Don

'Don' is how she had saved the number.
As a curious onlooker in the ladies second class Local Train
compartment, I glanced at her qwerty keyboard mobile, while this
ordinarily married woman of India in the local train in Mumbai,
deleted the call log and sms history received from this number at the end 
of the day, while going back home.
This woman too was, probably in a relation out of a situation that failed (the relations that we criminally term as extra marital affairs).

Ah those confused relations of the complex lives that cracked under
loveless responsibilities, dried due to lack of time and just kept as
they were to be. And, for no clear reasons had lost all the fragrance
and moisture that Bollywood is expert in exaggerating.

Pale face, tired body and a hopeless next day is how a woman's face in
Mumbai is recognised. To correct myself, I dont say, just woman's face. 
But, women inspite of being expression-expert have become 
supression-expert. 

All this years of my life, I have realised, infidelity is
circumstantial, and loyalty, just a matter of chance.

The Traveler

O’ Traveler of the Bridge ,

what you left this side of the limitless seas,

last day,

has blossomed into a new flower of hope,

And this hope inspires me to cross the bridge with you- and to be with u again and forever and hereafter….

Each time I look at the door

O’ Mate

I see you coming to me

Smiling...

Loving...

Inspiring...

Even when I know

that you are not here,

that you will not come,

that even if you come, you will go back,

that even if you don’t  go back, you won’t be mine...

When you come next time ,

I would return this hope of seeing you,

back to you,

as it inspires me to live,

but I contemplate the least possibility of spending a life without you….

And in case you don’t come

I would spend the rest of my life

Waiting for you……

My first rendezvous with the rains

Mark it.

17th June, 2012.

My first rendezvous with the rains on this land.

When I left Mumbai, the thoughts of missing Mumbai monsoons haunted me like a soldier heading for war, leaving his newly wed wife on bed.. fulfilling his duty, yet tempted by what he was missing.  I thought I'll never enjoy rains.

As I walked towards the sea, a drop from the sky trickled on my head,  and before I could feel, another one dropped on my wrist.  And, at that moment, I knew, I had to stay.

I saw people rushing towards sheds and carrying their babies, looking for shelter.

And at that very moment I realised my independence. I felt my independence in my decision, in my body, in my surroundings, in my caring a hoot attitude.

I moved ahead where the rains were approaching, and from where everyone had left...just like making the way for the princess.

The little droplets hitting my face and eyes and playing on my body.. I closed my eyes and spread my arms towards the sky.

A little dim light from nowhere was falling on the fringes of the leaves of the tall palm trees that swayed in the air, and a little light fell on my body. I felt the coolness on my neck and the peace percolated in my chest.

I wanted this to go on.. the touching game. I felt my own heart beat and saw my glistening body enjoying the moment of lust-less lustrous solitude.. 

Soul mate

He just flashed again in front of my eyes today 

As they show in movies, each time this virtual 'he' comes before me, the whole surrounding world comes to a stand still, people around you become statues and it is only the air around me is moving, flying my hair. 

I see him clasping his against his chest and standing with his left knee folded and his shoulder leaning against the wall at the corner of the street and looking straight deep into my eyes, while I walk slowly towards him, and he smiling at me and softly questioning through his eyes, making me blush.

I wish I could share it with someone that there does exist the concept of a "soul mate", and you may not realize that he/ she is your soul mate when you are with him, but you do only when you are not with him. 

His smile makes this foreign land so much beautiful and worth living- the same place that fills loneliness in my nerves every evening. 

His aura floods the surroundings with a positive energy that pulls the dying me by my collars and forces the stooping particles of life to be alive again.