Coming back from office in a empty is not really an enchanting experience. Mostly aged guys and grumpy aunts, endlessly engaged in amusing conversations. Pretty boring stuff, until the day she walked in.
Tired, loosely tied hair falling over her face, caressing her face. Little remnant of kohl over her sharp eyes.
She sat beside me, smiled and unknowingly touched a certain section of my heart.
Little impromptu talk, little gibberish, childish sometimes, sometimes astonishingly stupid...but honestly it was good.
I felt good.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
On Christmas Eve
Twinkling yellow lights on my window...cold
winds sweeping across the empty streets...nearby church ringing its bell…the
faint sound is echoing through hollow spectra..
Its time…Its Christmas...
My Childhood hero…St. Nick is on his way...
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Days of my longing
Do you remember the days of wine and roses, days of impossible longings, days trembling monsoon rains, days of sudden breeze across the northern shore, days of sparkling sunsets in Nainital, days of silent nights lit up by thousands of lamp’s during Dusshera, days of waiting for buses in remote highways, days of stormy evenings in Sikkim, days of long walks in steep mountain slopes, days when I longed to hold you in my arms and never let you go.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
A room with a view
Early dawn, from my window, hazy, misty, little sunny, cold, dampness all around, vast sky percolating through the Himalayan landscape.
I need some hot chai and touch of a loving hand..
Saturday, July 17, 2010
A day less oridinary
Early morning bird watching in Munsiyari, bathing in the glows of Nanda devi on a bright chilly day, having a hot chai near Baijnath, taking a walk towards Nainital in the evening when the birds return home, the shadowy sky with chimes from nearest temple mixes with smell of incense stick…
It feels like home.
It feels like home.
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