Rain

I stare at the rain swept walk-away...it has not stopped raining for days....small little droplets on my window...I carelessly look at the shabby room of mine...uncared..packs of books, gadgets, camera, second hand bags, chocolate wrapper, disfigured news paper from somewhere...all find peaceful co-existence in my room.. as the beautiful voice of Adele fills my flat....dimming  my light with Chinese paper lanterns...it makes strange shapes...never mind I will find someone like you....I repeat it often in my dreams and try to imagine a ideal place for summer holiday...just like the "Paint me a Birmingham"....cotton dresses in early spring...

I seem to have a strange visitor in my room..a blue beaked bird...everyday it pokes at my window..early morning as if to let me know..its a new day...the chimney from Tyne castle blurs the background....

I wake up...quickly pack my cold sandwiches and check my mail...no mails from people I know..three junk mails from some obscure financial institute in Nigeria, and a hair enhancing oil company! I grab my north-face and run after the almost crowded 25....

Another day begins...with rain.

Clouds

Its a strange pattern of clouds today..layer upon layers..old Victorian chimneys with soot covered stillness....sudden wind....Its strange day..never have seen a windy day with such rain....
I wish some brightness now..

Life Diaries

Love has been a very special emotion for any human being..it affects us like anything...makes it humble or leaves us in frustration...when I see some old blog contents, written by someone I was in love with, I feel a very strange pain....
It was as if an unfinished story....I try to remember the story, those moments, I knew from the start it was my story....still there are lot of unfinished phrases...some how it remained incomplete....there were promises, not kept.

I remember the face, the soft light coming out of it, there was this tender gentle kind eyes...which always guided me in my difficult times...there was touch of sympathy in her tone...an obvious confidence...which made my day..always...

Story remains unfinished...I wish I could go back in time...and undo certain mistakes....I wish she could have stayed a bit longer...I wish.

Four year of Blogging

Its been four odd years since I have been blogging...though the literary quality is as dismal as it was before..perhaps my thoughts have become much more complex these days, than what it used to be...

I had started writing about my life, love and journey involved in this blog. Not really sure,who else reads this blog apart from myself, but I wanted to talk about somethings in my life, which I could not speak otherwise..I am sure..I have achieved it a bit...

Last four years has been pretty unforgettable..made a few friends, lost a few, acquired grey hair, a new car, a much darker skin tone, and some nice fridge magnets....
Somethings remained same...a sense of loss, optimism and forgetfulness...my characteristics are still in place...have not changed a bit!

I would like to end this post with a poem which has touched much of life and thinking in a strange way...this poem talks about the transient nature of human life...and the eternal journey that we undertake...

"And the night shall be filled with music,    
  And the cares, that infest the day,    
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,    
  And as silently steal away."
- by H.W.Longfellow

My journey across the globe continues..

Every days life

Running late for office..just at the nick of time my phone rang...quite surprisingly a long forgotten voice on the other end...Time just paused.....coffee became cold with thin layer sugary coat...stray light beam become stronger...the noise of downtown Edinburgh becomes little more noisier...

But had to run...I quickly ran over my clock and checked my bus timings...jumped out on the street with my jumper and onto the bus...talked all the way back to office...
I had so many things to ask....some moments of past...some reflections of the present...and glimpses of future...

I felt a bit light...It felt that the past feelings does not matter much...its like small detour....every traveler of life faces one...I am no different....

It is just that..I have found new happiness in life...perhaps a new hobby which keeps me going in hard times...or is it that I have changed as a person?

Season Diaries - Spring

I feel a strange sense restlessness again...the smell of the wild flower of Aviemore, the harsh cold winds of the Ness mixed with the fading sunlight....makes me restless again...

After a long hike, when someone comes forward and shares a bowl of hot soup in some rundown backpacker hostel..or lights a small fire with charcoal and damp wood...the smell of earthy highlands melts into your heart...the touch of carelessly beautiful chuckle reminds me...Its time...long arduous road ahead... 

I am feeling restless again.

Finding Happiness

What are things you miss?

Do you miss your school days fighting with most innocent looking fat kid in the class for exchanging some stamps, or having samosa on a rainy day from the shack close to your college, or the the auto ride with someone special trying to steal a nervous kiss or it is your younger looking dad, dashing in blue safari with a strange aura of an bygone era or it is your Mum anxiously asking if you have had your daily dose of paranthas before going to your office, or is it a touch of loving hand, who always makes you wonder, what did you do to make her love you so much..

I guess I miss everything...