dil kyoon ye mera........ it's such a, such a, such a b'ful song. ---------------------------------------- -A letter to childhood days- Dear Childhood, You saw me off at Borders, then turned around and cycled away. It was summer of some year, many years ago. I stood at the beginning of a never ending life, waiting for it to end, wondering every morning how the riddles would get solved. The happiness was yours, of fresh life, of fresh herbs on your window-sill and fruit juices. Creative, energetic, whacky, you played with life, with every moment, on impulse. I had a long walk ahead of me. The book I bought that day lies in my cupboard of disposable books today. There was a time when I didn't know you. You lived with me and yet I didn't know you. And then one winter some years later we were alone, there were so many random things to talk about and we pondered through the night over the meanings of words, concepts and how they evolved in different settings. I hoped that n
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dry old paint scratched from the walls on the floor with footprints of the painter he painted the walls of the room he painted them blue, he painted them pink, no body knows what his art is the pink walls with blue borders the flawless smoothness, the fineness of his work and those drops of paint which were dribbling over the floor and over the windowpane his hands and clothes the big blots of paint all over them it was art art of a child mistakes of a master so random, so random these footprints makes no sense, have no pattern, are so haphazard and yet beautiful in their own way just like life is random beautiful .
Once upon a time, I used to write and now.. All that I want to do right now is whine over Why doesn't it rain? Why doesn't it rain when I crave for it. It seems like eons since I had felt those drops over my face and rejoiced at the blessings of God. I almost feel wistful if I call at home and get to hear "It's raining!" Rain, Dear Rain, Please please come soon. ..................... I realized during my train journey back to ahmedabad that for the past couple of months, I have become what I was not. I am not sure of the reasons behind it but I know it must be changed. I have seen myself getting irritated just too quickly and often. I like the people I like and I dislike the people I dislike. It's zero or one. Black or white for me. But here, things are so different. People are not what they look like and what they are is hard to figure out. These gray shades have never been my cup of tea. Anyhow, what I need to rectify is- I need to "accept" everyth