life's a kick

Woke up to a misty morning. Got lovely dovey with ma. Went for a dip. Swam for over an hour. Came back. For the tenth day in a row, gyrated the hoola hoop in the hope to master it someday. Could manage only 7 hoops at max. The same as yesterday. But I remain stubborn. As if trying to make my Sunday, the weather gods decided to rain! Aah...rain for me...like dope for an addict. Inevitably, got drenched again :) After the rain, went for a pleasure stroll with ma. Hand in hand on the wet roads of Dwarka. Ended up buying veggies and milk...anything for that walk with ma. Took out my cycle for repair. Gladly parted with Rs 20, the cost of fixing tyre puncture. Tried to remember which part of my car costs as less as that? Couldn’t recall any. Went for a leisurely cycle ride. Something was wrong with Delhi weather on this Sunday. It was unimaginably good. Kept reminding me of Bokaro. Came back home, and put the CD player on full volume like a brat! From kailash kher’s soul stirrin...

“It took my sister-in-law nearly 12 years of backbreaking service, of relentless forbearance, of putting up with all kinds of humiliation, of disproportionate sacrifices of her desires and personality...to finally get her in-laws’ mellowed down. In all this while, she did not raise her voice even once. She bore their atrocities with a straight face. In the end, she won them with love”. Said one friend of mine. An unmistakable hint of pride in her voice. The conversation started with the lachrymose context of TV soaps and saas-bahu serials. Meeting this friend after quite some time, we talked about the weather, regular office work, interesting holiday options, Cricket World Cup, and finally, movies and serials. Being daily subjected to the saas-bahu drama in my home TV (my granny has the remote), I had a clue of how these serials worked. A mere glimpse at the characters of these serials and earful of lines, and you could figure out the entire context. Women are shown to exist on the...

talking after ages don't you feel at home instantly don't you feel at ease doesn't it feel very right doesn't it leaven and please? tell me baby, don't you belong to me the way i belong to you... the way i belong to we... sitting by the setting sun don't you reminisce our times don't you feel my presence don't you crave for my body don't i echo in your silence? tell me baby, don't you belong to me the way i belong to you... the way i belong to we... watching a story unfold don't your thoughts wander past times, spaces, things we touched doesn't your heart brim over your eyes for love intact, but for dreams crushed tell me baby, don't you belong to me the way i belong to you... the way i belong to we... mere thought of someone else doesn't it bode something ill and wrong doesn't it it send a chill through doesn't it lead you into a closed nest shut out from the rest - only me and you? tell me baby, don't you belong to m...

तुम जो दिल लगाकर चले गए तुमसे बस यही है गिला कसौटियों को इतनी ऊंची कर गए तुम्हारे बाद, फिर कोई न मिला

Flowers are back on the branches fragrance is back in the air back is the spring in your garden back are your memories but you are still not there...