Window by the Stairs

I remember
sitting on the stairs
by the window,
watching the golden sun,
its rays glittering,
turning the lazy lake
into a fiery hearth.


Watching the farmers
undoing the the earth,
the cows grazing
some brown grass, some green.


Watching the train 
in the near distance hustle
bellowing black sooty smoke
along with the shrill whistle.


Watching the women
carry bundles of joy
stooping to the water
filling the family’s quench,


Watching little bodies 
running with kites, strings
and bounty of smiles
carefree of an unknown world.

I remember the girl
sitting on the stairs
by the window,
tiny pools of brown 
filled with wonder,
clueless of the future.
Rays bouncing off
her brown fringes
with amazement
written on her face.

I remember her
living in a nearby
distant past
of her small joys
and also her cries.

Summer afternoons
all that she spent
gazing at the horizon
sitting on the stairs
by the window
having no hint
of what she could be.

Daughter’s Love – Anonymous

Disclaimer: This poem is not written by me. I came across this long back and saved it in my diary. Reproducing it here today so that I could share it with all of you.

Her hair was up in a ponytail
Her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s day at school
And she couldn’t wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her
That she probably stayed at home.
Why the kids might not understand
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid,
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates,
Of why her dad wasn’t there today.

The little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees,
A dad who never calls.

One by one the teacher called,
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn’t there.

“Where’s her daddy at?”
She heard a boy call out.
“She probably doesn’t have one”,
Another one dared to shout.

And from near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
“Looks like another workbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.”

With her hands behind the back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.

“My daddy couldn’t be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be
Since this is such a special day.

We used to share chocolate sundaes,
And ice cream in one cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I’m not standing here alone.

“Cause my daddy’s always with me,
Even though we are apart.
I know because he told me,
He’ll be forever in my heart.”

With that her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favourite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

” I love my daddy very much,
He’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here
But heaven’s just too far.

You see he was a fireman,
And died just last year.
When airplane hit the towers,
And made the meaning of freedom very clear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
It’s like he never went away.”
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mother’s amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.

“I know you’re with me daddy”,
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers
Of those filled with doubt.

Not one in room could explain it,
For each one of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.

~ Anonymous

I Think Its Time…

I think its time…

To free myself
of the bounds…
To let him go
off my embrace…
To apologize,
to forgive,
to unburden,
both him and me.

To let the waves come,
and remove the footprints.
To let the breeze,
cure the wounds.
To let the past
erode away.
To let just the
happy memories stay.

To let me be
strong again.
To let him be
free again.
To let me be
my soul self.
To let him be
his soul self.
To let me be
that I could be
and look forward
to possibilities.

To let the light
enter my heart again,
to let it soar high
and heal the pain.
Let me help myself
be what I am.
Let me live now,
out of the blame.

Let me strengthen
my resolve,
to wipe my tears
and smile on.
Let me be the savior
of my own soul.
Put the pieces back on,
let me become whole.

I think its time…
To write the last letter.
no qualms, no complains
for the sake of 

my good
and his better.
I think its time…
To just be,
and accept the plan
of the mighty thee.

I think its time…

Preface to Micro Fiction Collection

Note: This was posted as a comment on Micro Fiction V by one of the esteemed contributors Mr. Irfan Kazi to it. With his permission I’m posting it as a guest post here as I had just loved the vision that he has created in here and I wanted it to share it with everyone. Hope you’d like and appreciate it as much as I did.


I have begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimensions all of its own. 

Try this out, go to a beach in evening whenever you are stressed out with work, frustrated with the way relation is going forward, or any kind of bad situations you faced in life, find a place where within the existing hot tempered, and crowded world you can be all by yourself, no friends, no family members no one except you and the beach sand, you and the fresh air, you and the big umbrella of sky, you and the mesmerizing and melodiously singing sea waves gushing at you.

Now just, look behind and see, amongst the vendors trying to sell you different kind of things that you wouldn’t require if you weren’t there, behind you there are the occasional lovers making promises to each other only to realize that they will break them in future. The parents tying to provide their children the best of the quality time they can provide, but with a feeling of uncertainty about their jobs in the modern style of living where there are way too many negative news coming around. The elderly lady taking an evening walk all by alone, who someday had a very close large network of people, surrounded her. There is too much negative in the life around us that while reading this paragraph, you already have found one or more negative thought just by reading this one. You suddenly feel sad for no reasons; nothing of these actually means anything to you.

Now, just look ahead and see the line that divides the sea and the sky that one thin line, just gush your eyes through the left where the sea starts to kiss the sky and at the extreme right where it ends. You shall notice, the cool colors within the water, an occasional birds either swimming, or hunting fishes to be feed to their young ones. A flock of birds going from one direction to another in an arrow formed unison with leaders changing position at every interval without disturbing the arrow trail they fly into. Melodies of the birds singing around you. Look upon clouds and see the beautiful formation they create when they join and disjoin. Listen to sound of the waves gushing at you. A ship sailing across all the tides weathering all heavy waves around. You suddenly feel better for no reasons; nothing of these actually means anything to you.

If you are following the #MicroFiction beautifully vision by Aditi, this is how life exactly is there are way too many things and each even displaying its traits like a two side of the coins. Either you be part of this and contribute or every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling “This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!”

And each day, it’s up to you and me, to yank our hand back, put it on your heart and say “No. This is what’s important.”


– Irfan Kazi

Blog: http://irfankazi.posterous.com/

The First of Many…

She checked herself in the mirror again. Simply dressed in her favorite yellow top and the off white skirt which reached a little below her knees, she seemed to have done fine with herself. She had stuck to her no make-up policy but for a change had lined her eyes with kohl. She prayed that she doesn’t rub her eyes in carelessness and end up messing them. She was on schedule. The meeting was fixed at 12 o’ clock. She wasn’t one of those who kept people waiting. While stepping out, she did a quick check of her mental checklist as her habit was. The three things without which she never left her place


Wallet. Check
Keys. Check
Phone. Check


All set, she left her place. She’d decided that just for today she’d be a little generous on herself and hire a cab. The place was around 20 minutes drive away sans the traffic. But as it was almost noon it was no where possible to reach in 20 minutes. She hailed for the cab and didn’t have to struggle much to get one. While she’d started only, her phone started ringing. She smiled at the name on the caller id. Trying hard to hide her excitement she picked up and said,


“Hi” ….”I’ve just left”…”Oh! You’ve already reached! But the decided time was 12 right ?”


The reply from the other side made her blush. She smiled a sweet smile and automatically her eyes lowered. The cab went on and so did the call. After about 10 minutes the cab pulled over the side of the road. A confused look came upon her. It was not her destination. She excused herself from the call and asked the cab driver as to what had happened.


“Ma’am I’m sorry but my cab has broken down. I’ll find you another cab.”


A little disappointed she got off from the cab and paid the necessary amount to the driver. She felt relieved when the driver was able to get another cab for her as it was a place where one didn’t get cabs easily. She looked at her watch. It was almost going to be 12. She was tad irritated at the time that got wasted without any fault of hers. But then she realized that it was no point getting irritated. She had already dropped a sms with respect to the cause of the delay, so she was a bit relieved when she received a positive reply. The cab moved on to its onward journey and her heart fluttered with anticipation as the time of meeting neared.


She arrived at the meeting place 5 minutes late. It was not that big a deal but then she was still feeling bad about it. She walked warily towards the theatre building. There were few people on the theatre courtyard roaming, standing. She didn’t want to draw people’s attention towards her and so she dashed straight into the theatre building even though she knew that the one whom she has come to meet would be standing in the courtyard waiting for her. She knew she could risk this action as they had never met. Yes! This was their first meeting.


He had been waiting for her since past 20 minutes. No she was not the one who was late. It was he who was early. He had already called her up and he knew that she was on her way. He didn’t know how she looked. She had sounded nice and sweet in all those phone calls but then he was a human after all and was dying in anticipation. The clock was ticking away and it was becoming harder for him to keep his excitement low.


In one of their unending calls he had asked her how she looked. She seemed a bit upset at first. And then she had said that she was fat and dark in complexion, to which he had replied saying, “Are you kidding?” after listening to which she had become very upset. She sounded hurt and had concluded the phone call quickly after that. He had felt very guilty of asking that question and at his reaction to her answer. It took him a lot to convince her later that it was just a casual question and it really didn’t matter whether she was fat or slim or fair or dark.


They had come into each other’s contact through a common friend. She needed to apply for a job and her friend had given her his contact after forwarding her resume to him. Initially they had spoken on purely official matters. Even though there was no vacancy in his office he had tried to help her through his contacts in other offices. Later even he didn’t remember as to when those plain official calls turned into friendly ones and slowly they seemed to be talking to each other, texting each other during most part of the days.
He stood there in the courtyard of the cinema theatre keeping a keen watch on every girl passing by. There was a girl in green shirt and black jeans, wheatish in complexion, holding few books and standing. Then there was this gang of girls who apparently seemed to have bunked college as they were all giggly. He stood there like a cornered mouse that was unable to make any action. He was early and so he had no other option but to wait. Suddenly he saw a girl entering the theatre premises hurriedly. She was fat and dusky in complexion. He saw her going inside the theatre. She stood there and took out her phone and started dialing, as she dialed he waited with bated breath for his phone to ring. He was glad that his phone was in silent mode. He was thinking of fleeing away from the spot just then when he heard the fat girl shouting at someone over the phone. He took a deep breath in relief. He was somewhat glad that the fat female didn’t turn out to be his date.


Date! Was she his date? Yeah that’s what he had called it and she had laughed a hearty laugh. He had called it their Blind Date. She was well inside the theatre building and knew no one had paid attention seeing her go inside. She didn’t know why she did this. May be she just wanted to ready herself. She took in few deep breaths and tried to calm herself down. She took out her phone and dialed his number. It rang once… twice… and finally it was answered.


“Hello” he said.


“Hi” said she, “I am here, where are you?”


“You’re here? Where? I can’t see you!
I’m standing in the theatre courtyard”


“Oh! I came inside, wait I’ll come outside.”


“What are you wearing?” and as soon as he said it he saw a girl in yellow top and off-white skirt coming down the stairs.


“Are you the one in the yellow dress?”


“Yes… Where are you?” and then she saw a guy waving at her with a phone in hand and a big smile on his face.


He was just the way she had expected him to be. Not very tall. Slightly taller than her. Not someone who stands out in the crowd but there was something about his eyes. She couldn’t really stop herself from staring at them.


Captivating! That twinkle in his eyes was something she had never ever seen in anybody’s eyes before. She smiled at him and extended her hand, “Hi! I am Jessica”.


“Hi! Jessica, I am Matt” said he taking her hand and shaking it slightly. She was just not what he had expected her to be. At least not at all the way she looked. Where he was expecting a dark, fat girl and here he was standing before this fair petite girl with dark brown hair which reached just till her shoulders.


His head was flooded with voices and thoughts. He wanted to confirm for once whether he has got the right girl but then he refrained from doing so. He was a person who could speak for hours and today he found himself so confused that he didn’t know what to say. He found her looking at him with that wonderful smile on her face. He couldn’t stop noticing how her eyes almost closed when she smiled. The only word that popped in his head when he saw her was ‘CUTE’.


“Okay… So we finally meet.” said Jessica. “Errmmm… what now?”


And that brought him back to the present. “Ummm! I think we have a lot of catching up to do. Do you like coffee? ‘Cos if you do, then I know a perfect place where we can go.”


“Sounds nice! I like coffee”, she said smiling at him.


“Great then, it is nearby so we can walk down.” saying so, he led the way for her. They started walking down the footpath of that crowded main road. He asked her with regards the problem that happened with the cab while she was on her way and she very animatedly gave away the entire story. He was trying to concentrate on her ways and actions, but that smile kept distracting him.


She was well aware that he was constantly looking at her. Even though he did it under the pretence of listening to her speak. That did make her conscious and as was her habit she avoided looking at him and went on speaking. She at times stole glances at him and tried hard to control herself from blushing when he caught her doing so.


They reached the cafe after about 10 minutes. He seemed to know the waiter over there and they were immediately ushered to a table near the glass wall from where the street was clearly visible. It was a nice little patisserie cum cafe. They ordered for their respective coffee and sat chatting.





He came across as a very amiable person, with a good sense of humor. She laughed most of the times while he chatted away. She was not someone who could talk much but then today she found herself talking more than she normally did. He constantly smiled at her and it was becoming difficult for her to control herself from blushing. She still avoided looking straight in his eyes.
He could sense that she was some what nervous. He saw her fidgeting her fingers initially and later toying with the spoon in her coffee mug. She kept looking at her coffee most of the times. He had caught her stealing glances at him during many occasions and that thrilled him. He loved the way color rose in her cheeks when his eyes caught hers.


They spoke about everything they had to. None of them actually cared what they were speaking. She liked that this guy was making her laugh more than she usually did and he liked the way she laughed and enjoyed his humor. Time went by and soon it was time for her to leave. She couldn’t help expressing her disbelief when she realized that they have sat in that cafe talking straight for 3 hours.


“Oh! God, it’s almost 4 o’ clock. I should be leaving now.” said Jessica. A look of disappointment crossed his face. “Oh Yeah! I’m sorry even I didn’t realize the time.” said Matt trying to conceal his disappointment. “Can I drop you somewhere?” he asked. ” Err… It’s ok I think I’ll be able to manage.” she said. “See even you would be taking a cab and even I would be doing the same, so let’s just share it to the common point and then we can go our ways.” suggested Matt. That made sense. And so she agreed. They hailed a cab and while the cab whizzed past the traffic, both wished for it to slow down.


He ended up leaving her to her exact location and she felt really happy at this gesture of his. As the cab stalled in front her house, they both ended their conversation and said their goodbyes. As she was about to get down, she looked back at him, again smiled that wonderful smile of hers and said, “It was nice meeting you Matt. See you soon.” Saying so, she got down and walked down her porch, and for the last time turned back again and waved at him. He waved back at her and that was when the cab started.


She was angelic. He couldn’t help thinking about those 3 hrs they spent together. He didn’t obviously want them to end. Her smile was drilled deep in his mind. And he couldn’t help smiling at her ways. She wasn’t the beauty with striking features but she sure was a charmer. He was lost in her thoughts and that was when his phone beeped. He had received a sms. He checked it and suddenly he felt the vacuum that had been created in his heart being filled.He smiled at his phone and started replying back.


Her phone beeped and he hurriedly grabbed her phone to check the reply. And there it was… “Today I met the most beautiful girl I’ve seen till date… And I think it’s just first of many more such occasions to come. Looking forward to meet you again Jess, if I can call you so.”


She blushed hard after reading the message and while she was recovering from it, her phone beeped again. One more message. And this was what it said, “The pink tinge on your cheeks when you blush, the way you’re blushing now, makes you even more beautiful. I hope I get many more chances to see you that way.” she smiled at the phone and started replying back.


They both knew it was just the start.Start of a very long session of exchanging numerous messages that will be saved, read and re-read many more times in the days to come. Start of something exceptionally beautiful. Start of something more than just friendship. Start of a new beginning. Start of a new story.

I Carry Your Heart

Disclaimer : This is a poem by the very famous E.E Cummings. My Favourite and so I chose to put it here. 

i carry your heart with me
i carry it in my heart
i am never without it
anywhere i go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling
i fear no fate
for you are my fate, my sweet
i want no world
for beautiful you are my world, my true
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart
i carry it in my heart
—-E. E. Cummings

Second Chances…

Usually I write the post first and then title it. But this one was titled before I wrote it. I had left a note in my previous post that ‘there’s more’. So here I am to tell you what more happened.

I’ve decided to call it ‘Second chances’ because I really feel that is what life has presented me with. Not everyone gets it. Very few lucky ones. And I really feel I’m one of the lucky ones. When Life doesn’t seem to have given up on me, I don’t think it would be fair on my part to give up on life. So here I am. I’ve embraced this once in a life ‘Second Chance’ that life seems to have gifted me and move forward.

I have decided that its time I change myself. I’ll draw the strength from my weaknesses and rebuild myself again. The blood inside me is at its full force. Its shooting up in my head, reminding me that I am here not to ‘just be’ rather I am here to prove myself that what I imagined myself to be is not a mere figment of my imagination but it is that what is going to be my reality… What IS my reality.

For long I walked the roads showed by others, but now I’ve decided to pave my own ways. I took up a career in which I never was interested. Gave it a substantial and very crucial years of my life thinking that I like it. Instead of following my heart, I convinced it that the path was corrrect. And I moved…

And now I am here. Frustrated, depressed, full of only negativity. I once used to be a confident girl and today when I look myself at the mirror I see a timid girl looking back at me. I don’t know her. I don’t know this ‘me’. I crave to be the one that was truly ‘me’. And so I’ve decided that I will chase her and get her back. At any cost.

I mentioned in my previous post that my granny’s death taught me that ‘Life has no guarantees’. So I realised that I’m no exception to this rule. I don’t know what lies the next moment. I really have no time to waste chasing something that is not meant for me or let me put it this way… Something that doesn’t deserves me. So let me run after something what my heart approves of. Something that I can be by being myself. And so I’ve decided to change my career. Yeah! Not many would approve of it. But then my heart does… And my Life too.

This decision is not an easy decision… Believe me…! So many hesitations, and uncertainties. And if its a person like me, who thinks over every minute detail of the past then rest be assured that it is going to be a hell of a decision to take. My past failures would mist my eyes. I had lost all confidence. All I could see was uncertainty lying ahead with just one question going inside the head that ‘what if this doesn’t works too?’ and many more such ‘what ifs’ which made sure to make this decision seem like a walk through burning lava. I gathered a lot of courage and finally took this decision to change my career.

I have to be strong now. I have to be positive. I have to be confident about myself. I have to believe in myself. I have to do it this time. And yes! I have started to be. It’ll take time. There will come days when I would feel that I am ricocheting back to the timid me and right then and there I have to shake myself and take off all the negativity and move forward. I’ve to get her back. The old me. The one who was not scared of failures. The one who was fun and naughty and was like a charged electron. I’m dead sure to get her back.

And now let me tell you the truth. 



Life never presents you with second chances by itself. It will, only if you want it to. And you should desperately want it to give you the second chance. Almost like fighting with a kin to get that favourite toy of yours. Think… And it shall happen. Yes! How badly you want it? It should be voiced from the deepest part of you. And believe me it shall happen.

All you need to do is embark on the journey. The road will be paved… By your own footsteps. So dont be afraid that there lies no road ahead. It is right there. Its just waiting for you to inaugurate it. Cut the ribbon and move. Dont leave anything for tomorrow. ‘Life has no guarantees.’ I don’t know whether these words will ever see the light of the day, but still I am writing them, because I have the hope alive.

Keep that hope alive. Keep that spark alive. And go and chase your heart’s wish. Wish it with all your heart and might and it’ll be yours.


Leaving you with these two quotes which helped me make this tough decision. Hoping the best for you.



PEOPLE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT RARELY SAT BACK AND LET THINGS HAPPEN TO THEM. THEY WENT OUT AND HAPPENED TO THINGS – LEONARDO DA VINCI

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the single most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. – Steve Jobs



My Room on the Roof

The title has been borrowed from the works of famous writer Mr. Ruskin Bond. I am a big fan of his works. But I have my reasons of borrowing this title.




My last two years in Bangalore was spent in a place which I lovingly call ‘The Room On The Roof’, reason being I stayed in a rented room which was on the roof. It was an amazing place. The locality was a quite one with a road lined up with trees and houses on both the sides. I precisely remember the trees outside my room were those of gulmohur and they were big enough that I could easily reach their branches from the roof on which my room was. During the spring, these trees used to flood with yellow and orange flowers which used to fall on the floor of the roof and cover it like a carpet. What an amazing sight it used to be. My friend still messages me when she see’s that sight. She knows how I loved it.


Another great thing about this room was the fact that it was on the roof. I remember spending nights after nights sitting on the parapet of the roof, facing the breeze until the wee hours of the night. I used to sit on the roof, listening to my favorite songs, with a mug of coffee and stare at the night sky endlessly lost in my own thoughts, smiling at myself. That used to be my party. While people cursed Bangalore’s night life, I enjoyed it to the fullest on my roof top.






























































































At times I even used to dance with the music. I really felt like a princess in those moments, who was waiting for some prince charming to land right on that roof on some pretty flying unicorn and sweep me away. The whether used to be that beautiful. And another wondrous thing was gazing at the stars and the moon. The moon graced a special appearnce on that roof top during its full days. Seriously, I’m not bluffing at all. All I needed to do during the full moon nights was to just step out of my room onto the roof and turn left and there it used to be, in its complete grandeur and royalty. The sight used to become more wonderful during those times when the moon used to be closer, bigger with an orange tint.

And then gazing at those endless constellations. See the stars twinkling away in the night sky, trying to look keenly to discover some distant star which was very faint, very very faint. I remember I used to talk to them. Yes ! Crazy me but I used to talk to them. They always had the abilty to soothe my alarming nerves and blanket me with a calmness which I have not been able to find anywhere else till date. God knows how much I’ve tried to re-discover that magic in my current abode but it is all in vain. I used to cry in front of them, laugh with them, shout at them, spend my angst on them and they like my best friends would listen to me and console me.

Then there was those moments, when I stood on the parapet, facing the chilly breeze in my loose night dress with my arms wide open. I did that. U may think what a crazy woman I am but that’s just how I am. That has been one of the most amazing experience ever. I knew then what ‘Rose’ from the movie ‘Titanic’ would have felt. And now if you would ask me what about ‘Jack’, well it was a girls PG so no boys were allowed. Actually, I used to see that as an act of surrender. When I used to spread my arms to the wind, I used to surrender myself to the elements. That was on par with communicating with the divinity, the supreme power, the master of the elements. That was my way of de-stressing. My way of bringing myself intune with the nature and commune with it. You must be wondering that what others might be thinking when they used to see me doing all this. But all this was just too private and personal and as I told earlier, usually took place after 2 o’ clock or so. Yes, the biggest advantage of having a room on the roof. You can get out on the roof at any time you want.

At times, i used to sit an gaze at the road down below. It was called ‘Serpentine Road’ because its twists and turns were actually like a serpent. At that time of the night, the road used to be stark empty. With rare vehicle passing by and mostly the dogs roaming the street. Near my dwelling there was just one orange street lamp which was enough to light up that patch of the road. That sight of the light from that lamp during those dark hours, drenching the street in its orange hue, after being filtered from the branches of the gulmohur almost seemed like a canvas being sprayed with golden and sepia shades. It was a sight to behold. A sight which is still fresh as the morning dew in my memories. Often the sidewalks used to be covered with fallen dried leaves and flowers which just added to the serenity of the image. It had its own calmness to shed upon me. Perfect rendition of a tired day which had slept off peacefully in the arms of the night.


 


Evenings had a different highlight of their own. My room was the only one that boasted 
a small balcony behind. After office I used to come and open the balcony and sit looking outside at the setting sun. I’ve seen some beautiful sunsets from there. Another favorite of mine was looking for the kites that used to sway in the skies usually during those evening times. I used to try and look to far off distances, till the pint my sight helped locating the kites or their presence in those skies. Kites always gave me a sense of exhilaration. Though I don’t know how to fly one, but I’ve always loved looking at them and their antics that they play with the wind. Kites always give me a message that, however high we may go, we should always remember that we’re connected to the ground. If we take care of that then there’s no stopping us. Otherwise, one snip and the flight will end then and there.

The best thing about all these moments that I mentioned above used to be the peace and silence that accompanied them. That silence was ethereal, that peace was heavenly. After the chaotic days those were the moments I used to wait for. I used to wait for them eagerly. Wait for the rest to get over with their parties and wait for my party to start. That was one of the best part of my stay in Bangalore. I have a million reasons to love that city and this is just one

                                             


PS: The images are original images of “the room on the roof” courtesy my 2MP Nokia 🙂

सपने

वो जीवन् ही क्या जिसमे कोई सपना ना हो.

सपना भी ऐसा जो शायद ही पूरा हो सके.

सपने तो हम अक्सर देखते हैं, और उनमे से कई पुर भी हो जाते हैं.

पर वो सपना जो अधूरा हो!

जिसका ना कोई आगाज़ हो ना अंजाम.

ऐसे अधूरे सपने की शायद ही कोई कल्पना कर सके.

ऐसा सपना

जो हवा के एक झोंके से ऊड़ जाए,

जो पानी की एक बूँद से मिट जाए,

जो सागर की एक लहर से रेत की तरह बह जाए.

ऐसा सपना ही सपना है.

फिर वो सपना जो पूरा हो जाए, सपना कहाँ रह जाए?

PS: This was my first ever attempt towards writing. Written in 6th grade on a scrappy piece of paper in school, during a free class. I held on to that paper for a long time. Till it was in pieces and then I wrote it in my diary. I have shared this with very few people till date. But now I thought that I could share it here. Few words were changed and the sentences were given better form when I copied it to my diary. But the feelings have been left untouched. I really don’t remember why I wrote this. But I do remember staring at it wide eyed after I had finished it. May be that was the day when I discovered myself. This is really close to my heart. Really really close to my heart.