From the Window Seat

A woman she is or so she would have like to be categorized as, had she been aware of it. But she wasn’t. It was yet another mundane ride to office. Having said that, a fresh new day, does manage to get me all perked up, for no apparent reason what-so-ever. So there I sat in that bus, at my favourite window seat, self-absorbed and snug on a winter morning, as it approached a regular stop on its daily route. Peering out, a glimpse shook me out of my smugness. A woman disarrayed in literally every sense of the word – unclothed, ‘disoriented’ and in absolute mess, squatted on the pedestrian path. Strake naked, without a shred of cloth on her dirt-coated back (stirring clear of further description), she sat trying to figure out the reason for the furor around her, as the passers-by and the bystanders gaped at her and passed lewd comments on her obliviousness. All of a sudden the world seemed interested in her. Smiling under a confused expression, she seemed to be delighted at the ruck...

I feel this moment… this very one. It’s good. Peaceful…one with myself, I am at rest . It’s devoid of pain and fear… I am me for now. I lay down my pretension, let go of my inhibitions and give myself up to the time and the moment. I hear my thoughts…it’s been long since we met. A million hopes fly by- my wishes and fantasies…to fulfill which, I run. Have lost count of how many they were. But for now, they are not bound to me. This moment in time …. It’s me. We no longer let ourselves be. The race is on…day in and day out. And on the way all that’s left to show for it are the people we hurt, the tears we didn’t see, nameless faces, the words unspoken, the help not lent, the moments lost, thoughts unexplored…this rut that we call life, has left us numbed. There is no denying the remorse that we live with. But then weren’t these the compromises that we drew to make this life, a little more bearable, as we run to feel it all, see it all and live it all? And even when the finishing line i...

I stood there waiting for my friend to arrive. I was getting annoyed as he had taken too long and it had been a tiring day for me. Shifting my weight from one leg to the other, shielding my eyes from the glaring sun, I peered to gaze as far as possible, hoping to see him hurrying towards me, but to no avail. He was nowhere in sight. Having nothing else to do, while I waited, I started watching the people passing by and the ladies selling ethnic Indian artifacts on the floor. There were shops all around me - three big names in the fast food chain, a famous shop selling milk shakes, a man selling cold drinks and mineral water from his cycle cart, a beggar girl selling roses and a corner shop selling imported perfumes and other toiletries. The workers at an excavation site, just a stone’s throw away from where I stood, were creating a racket with their power drills and other tools. Everyone was busy. People were walking by rather purposefully… all had some dead line to meet...a bus to b...

I can never contain it…this immense longing for rain. That feeling…a heart full of some never decipherable emotions.. waiting to burst out. Crazy as it may sound, but even the barely credible metrological department’s ‘No Rain Today’ predictions fail to curb it. The smallest splotch of dark cloud in the sky sets my hope racing. “Rain. Let it rain. Please please let it rain”. Never does my secular self display such devout pleas as on one such day. There is something about the gentle drizzle on the street and the dark sky. I can’t help; but hold out my palm, to enjoy the most beautiful thing that God created. Rain! I pine for the feeling of rain drops falling on my face…then opening my mouth and containing as many drops as possible. The joy of touching and bursting the bubbles left behind by a droplet that has just been engulfed by a puddle is unmatched. Even as the cool breeze soothes out the summer woes, the thunderbolts break open the walls that I’ve made around myself, to ward off pa...

The perfect place..the place to pour it all - the million thoughts that circulate the matrix of my brain. A wishful leap to catch its fragments...to pen them down..this is..My Blog.