Railwaytracks

I had reached before time. Took my window seat. The train was running late. Railwaytracks were all I could see around. Two tracks far away from each other and had many tracks between them, met at a distance ahead and then parted way. The train jerked and began another journey. I began mine realising my journey was similar to railwaytracks.

The curious case of a Love Letter: The End

"Ishq di mere mitra pehchaan ki,

mit jaave jado zid apnaan di"

I climbed the stairs, lost in thoughts and saw torn pieces of paper lying around. I looked down, as I stepped on one such piece and continued walking only to stop a few steps later. I ran down and picked up one torn piece and read it. Like a thief, I looked around and then pocketed all the other pieces that I could find and ran up to my room. 

Yes, it was a letter. It was written in black with fountain pen in flawless handwriting. It had the same Victorian vocabulary that had got me all excited about love and a lover. It was about love but this time it was anything else but a love letter.  I'll make a confession here, last time when the letter had come it made me wish for a lover. I felt, as if I had missed out on something big in my life and wished and hoped badly for it. This time, though, it broke my heart. 

The letter described why he had fallen in love with her and how he wished for her. Also, how he knew that they can never be together not because the society was the enemy but because she did not love him back. It was his last letter to her wishing her well. 

All our life we meet people but why is it that someone we can't be together with becomes the most important person in our lives. All your life you are so sure that something called love can never happen to you because you are way practical for all this nonsense but one fine day without expecting BAM!!! You don't even realize it but something in you changes, somehow you are not the same person because you secretly start caring about someone. You not only hide this fact from the world but also from yourself because all the while you convinced yourself that love is not for you. Here's my friend conclusion to her lost love “We all need some sadness in our hearts." I think I agree with her and I think I know what love is now.

That time of the Year again

“I thought of you today, but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday and days before that too.
I think of you in silence, I often speak your name.
All I have are memories and a picture in frame.
Your memory is a keepsake, from which I will never part.
God has you in his arms. I have you in my heart…”
- By Unknown


Dear Ankit,


RIP. We miss you.

Love,
Family

62 Seconds at the traffic lights.....

I saw the lights go from flickering green to a staring red.  As I halted the timer showed 62 seconds. In front of me were two icons of  'Man Made Luxury' - a black BMW and a yellow Tata Nano. I smiled as I saw the man made wonders and it was at that time when the corner of my eye caught a figure jump from the divider on to the road. I saw a 7-8 year old in check half sleeve shirt and over sized trouser wearing a cobbled chappal and holding red and yellow balloons. He rushed towards the cars asking everyone if they wanted balloons. There was some thing about his eyes that caught my attention. His big and dark black eyes said more than his words could say. Hope, despair, anxiety, innocent and probably helplessness. As he passed from one prospect to another he kept on looking at the timer as if trying to monitor the per prospect time spent. The timer flickered 32 seconds when he stopped in front of BMW. As he approached the BMW driver, Mr. Richie Rich rolled up his window. A micro second frown came and went on the face of my balloon seller. He looked at the timer again, it now flickered 29 seconds. He then turned towards the 'small wonder'. On seeing him coming the nano driver rolled down the window of his car and so did his 7- 8 year old sitting in the back seat. The timer flickered 25 seconds. As the windows rolled down, the shine in his eyes grew.The child sitting in the back seat gleefully shouted "papa red, papa red" to his father. The nano driver asked for two red balloons and two yellow balloons. The child cheerfully clapped as my little balloon seller handed him two red balloons. He handed the two yellow balloons to his father. While the father struggled to find some loose money both the 7-8 year old  grinned with joy. Ironically, balloon was the reason behind those smiles but for different reasons. By the time balloon seller was handed the money, the timer had already reached a single digit figure. The balloon seller threw a glance at the timer and ran towards the divider.

As I passed him, I saw him counting the money and transferring it back safely to his trouser pocket as he kept an eye on the timer waiting for it to go red again.

As I drove ahead, all I could think was " What Man has made of Man!"
 

The curious case of a Love Letter

I was not around when the envelope was brought in the room. As I entered, I was excitedly told about it and curiously read it.Written in black with fountain pen in flawless handwriting. The vocabulary was Victorian, if I am allowed to call it. The letter describing the first meeting and feelings thereafter. It was indeed a love letter. The first love letter I had ever read though not for me.Truth was revealed a few hours later with everyone becoming Sherlock Holmes coming up with every possible theory. The letter had been delivered to the wrong recipient.

" Who writes like this?" was what I thought rather sarcastically. Writing letters and expressing feelings, love particularly, always seemed something that happened in novels and movies not real life. My myth, all thanks to my zero experience in the same field, was taken for a toss when someone experienced called it " pretty balanced".  There I was trying to have a good laugh about everything and suddenly I was told things like this happen in reality too. In less than 24 hours my myth was completely and totally shattered to microscopic pieces with people going awwww and wowwww about it and narrating their love stories.

Now the question bugged me: Why does my reality not have such dream sequences? Fairy tale endings or invisible violin singers? Well, I couldn't help but wonder if my reality was on the wrong track.

Staring at the ceiling at night trying to come up with reasons I finally came to the conclusion that fairy tales aren't probably meant for everyone.I mean, someone has to be there to laugh at all those people with red balloons on Valentines Day!

Well, as far as the love, letter and lovers are concerned. It has been made sure that the letter reaches its rightful owner. Someone's Fairy tale should come true and for the rest of us there's Taylor Swift and her "Fairytale Ending" giving us hope that someone in dark grey T-shirt will come and see you in a dress and let you know you look pretty even when you look like a mess and that day would be fairy tale.

Yes.....that day indeed would be a Fairy Tale.    

Puddle and Splash: The kid from the good old days

I must confess, i am not a big fan of getting wet in the rain. But still there are lot of things associated with rains that I love. Like watching the rain falling at night specially when it is quiet all around and you can let your thoughts wander, waking up to the sound of that early morning rain, admiring the beauty of nature after it has rained when everything looks like it has been washed and cleaned and extra green. There was one particular thing that I loved doing when I was a kid, also associated with the rains. Somehow I forgot all about it, like many other things, and got busy growing up and doing things that grown ups do. Splashing in the puddle of that rainy water and letting that kid in me go wild doing that. Yes, my definition of adventure has always been different. I didn't care about anything, not my clothes, nor friends or mummy's scolding. The fact was it made me happy, actually really types really happy. Plus it was fun and I enjoyed it.

It was a typical Monday evening returning back from work walking back to my humble abode watching the world pass by suddenly a puddle brought that kid in me back from the good old days. Though unlike the good old days I did looked around to make sure no one was there to doubt my sanity. As soon as I got my chance, i rushed towards the puddle and SPLASH. and SMILE and HAPPINESS. It still was fun and I still enjoyed it.

I know it seems childless but I was happy and it made my day. About the etiquette and the rules of the grown up world, well, I am sure they wouldn't have minded being excused for few minutes as I had an old friend to catch up with.

That moment of CLARITY

Ever had that moment of clarity. Everything being showcased in true colors. No lies, all myths busted, mind boggling confusions cleared. You see things just the way they are.Not the way you would have wanted them to be neither the way you feared them to be. At that moment assurances don't work how much you may crave for them or the people giving them. Yes, a part of you secretly hopes, begs and prays for someone to give those assurances even knowing it won't make any difference now. But here's the worst part, whether these myths are busted for good or bad, either way you the one that gets hurt. Badly. You definitely have a clarity over things but you are actually left wondering what to do about it. All that is left is you.... A little exposed, a little hurt, a little wiser and yes, of course, a little heart that just got a little harder.