7. Where have the stories disappeared?

Where have the stories disappeared?


It’s been so long
Those words came along
Where have the stories disappeared?
When had the well of imagination dried?

The magic has faded
Old friends all jaded
Have they changed or have I?
Have old dreams become a lie?

Did I fall into a deep stupor?
Waking up to a new world order
Deranged, disarrayed, dismayed
Running in endless mindless charade

So Strange a word lover’s change
This hiatus much too a diverge
Awake, the mind seeks those pregnant pauses
The lines between the lines, subtle undertones

Stories that had stories between the stories
Unheard words that spilled out of written words
Nuances, assurances and dreams within dreams
Where I walked out of my dream straight into yours

When I sighed and you hugged me tight
From miles and oceans apart…
When the fragrance of the story of a rose
Bridged the distances all the way to your office

When I could cry those weary tears
And your mind could remove my fears
Your prayers for me heard
Even when not knowing what they should be for

Will words ever be enough?
To describe what comfort those stories were…
We didn’t have faces, we didn’t have reality
But those words were what we really were…

And that made us closer
Than any people who touched us in reality
Where have those stories disappeared?
When had the well of words dried?

6- My Bucket List

My Bucket List

1. I want to lose 15 kgs.

2. I want to go to Switzerland

3. I want to complete the book that is in my head

4. I want to be able to write every single thought that passes through my mind.

5. I want to be free, really free, free of all worries

6. I want a healthy life.

7. I want to feel fulfilled, satisfied that I did everything that I wanted to do when I sleep at the end of the day.

8. I want my kids to be winners in everything they do and be happy always

9. I want to be surrounded by beautiful people all around, with the most beautiful minds ever available. I don’t care about working hard or doing things till I feel dead tired, but I want a beautiful surrounding around me that would make me give my best to it.

10. I want to love freely, without having to know that it could go another way, with the people I love.

5- Gone with the wind

Gone with the wind



I finished reading Gone with the wind. Again!

If I could write a book with half the imagination of Margaret Mitchell, I would die a fulfilled soul.

I am watching the movie for the first time and it’s pretty charming.

I looked up about Margaret Mitchell and she was a onetime wonder. But Alas! Even to be a onetime wonder would be perfectly fine, if it was so fine a wonder!

What a fine book she came up with!

There is this villa that I pass up every day on the way to my office, I love the way the house is, with its fine collection of plant pots on the pavement and the riot of bougainvilleas falling out of its walls. I wish I lived there – I could walk to office every day.

I wish I could write like Margaret Mitchell. I could stop working and keep on reading my work- without stopping!

There are so many things that would make me utterly happy…I wish I could have them.

Sometimes I am a child, smaller than Scarlet!

4-A heavy weight matter

I could write my head off. But I am sticking to one heavy topic. Myself.
For the past five years, I have been trying to reduce my weight. My son turned 5 this March. He gifted me my first 8 kgs and my daughter who came exactly 15 months after him gifted me the remaining 10. I went from a healthy physique to a moderately overweight person.
I wasn’t bothered about it much, till I went back home to my mom and relatives. Now I am very conscious but alas, lack the determination to throw it off. I lost some 4 kgs last year till now owing to mostly missed aerobic classes and a teeny bit of conscious eating. But it’s some 15 months when March completes, so 4 kgs in 15 months just does not seem such a proud achievement.
Even if I had lost one kg per month, I should have lost a huge chunk.
I see this team train every day morning while I drive to work. I photographed them from my car. I wish I could do what they did.
But try I will.
Footnote: I walked the walk today 

3 - Unutterably alone

Essentially we all are alone in our worlds. We are individuals with physical, mental and spiritual differences. No two people are alike.

Then why is it that we place so much importance on empathy? How in the world will another person understand what we think or feel?

“We are unutterably alone essentially, especially in the things most intimate and most important," said Rainer Maria Rilke.

Happiness cannot come from without. It must come from within. It is not what we see and touch or that which others do for us which makes us happy; it is that which we think and feel and do, first for the other fellow and then for ourselves. [Helen Keller ]

Today I wished for miracles- full blown miracles. May our lives be filled with miracles. May our lives be blessed and fulfilled. May we be happy in unutterable loneliness.

2- Blabbing

We blab and blab and then blab some more.

Most of the topics are about high funda stuff. Like sixth sense and Aurovilla.

But does he know I am talking just with my tongue and not with my heart.

I wonder if he is doing the same?

I wish I could know for sure, where the heart stops and the act begins?

1- When you are loved, everything falls into its right place

When you are loved, everything falls into its right place.




I know it’s my mom who loves me the most, in this world. And vice versa for me too, along with my little lady. I love to hear the throaty chuckle the little one gives when she laughs in joy. It’s the best music in this world, after her sigh in sleep.
This picture is a treasured memory of mine. The bridge between two generations is being built strong on a cement of love. Unbridled joy flows amok. So much so that it flows out of the picture and through me every time I view it.

Happiness is so easy to achieve in those unrestrained moments of simplicity. As clichéd as it sounds, I want to repeat, happiness is in those small moments.