Daydreamer's 4 :Write a Novel

            We all have our Bucket list which we prepare consciously, subconsciously, jokingly; we may share it will people close to us or just keep it within the confines of our own mind. I call my bucket list "Daydreamer's " because, I  believe I'll never get around doing everything I have written onto it. And ,when I get an absolutely ridiculous idea(let me tell you ,I get that more often) I add it to my Daydreamer's List.
              And, as you may have guessed,"Writing a Novel" was at number 4. And guess what? I really ended up doing that and that too within the span of a month!! Yoohoo!! Of course NanoWrimo played a BIG part, and I am really thankful to the entire team, the prep talks, checking out how the other writing buddies are doing,(they were all a pro)kept me going.
            The journey wasn't smooth I had my ups and downs too, but it was worth it. And now the deadline's over and my novel is still unfinished, but I know somewhere it's going to be complete someday. How many would read it? you may ask, well..er..even I have no clue. But yeah one thing I have realised, 'A Writer needs a Reader' just to keep him/ her going.
          And I am eternally thankful for the readers who read the excerpts, gave feedback, asked questions and above all motivated me. A BIG THANK YOU!! (I ain't naming them ,but they know who they are..;) )
          And realising that I have achieved one daydreamer medal, It's time to procrastinate, take some time off, go back to my normal life, let people guess the reason for the secret glow on my face..;) and yeah..complete the novel...by new year!!..:D

          So, Cheers!!! and Have a wonderful year end!! Keep Dreaming, you never know which one might come true..;)
 

The First Time.....

                    There's something about the first time, it's always special, a feeling of apprehension mixed with excitement, the fear of unknown, the challenge to make thru. You know it would be a moment to remember,to brag about or be proud of or maybe just keep it to yourself hidden in your memories, to be dusted and taken out on a fine day of nostalgia.
                   But you'll never forget a first, be it the first step, the first day, the first crush, the first love, the first letter, the first mistake, the first heartache,the first job, the first salary slip,the first pink slip too, ah! the list is endless. And the second has a charm of it's own but it lacks the passion of the first.
                  The first also requires some courage. There is an adventure waiting to unfold. Your may or may not regret the moment but it would surely bring with it an experience of lifetime. Talking of lifetimes, it's nothing but the collection of the first's that one decided to take in one's life.And one thing lead to another and you had a whole story to share.
                So here I am at one of my first,my first attempt at writing a Novel. What a Novel idea, you would say. But I am part scared and part excited. There's would I or wouldn't I?Ah! I love mysteries. Let's see where it takes me. Would the characters be friendly and help me with the flow or would they turn hostile in the middle of core.
                So,Wish me luck and hope for it to be a enthralling experience. 50,000 words waiting to be aligned into a prose which would make some rhyme. And just in case, I do not make thru...Don't worry my friend..there's A Second time too...;)

Daddy's Little Angel

                     

                      Yeah ! that’s how a relationship of a father and daughter is, in an Indian   set up. She’s the Apple of the Eye for her father. Someone who’ll always be a LITTLE GIRL no matter how much old she grows up to be.

                 No matter how scarce the communication be, but she knows that there is no problem in the world that her father cannot solve for her. Of course ! Mom is her best friend, someone who’s just like her, with whom she can share her worries and woes, her dreams and hopes. She’s someone who loves her by criticising, cares by asking God to solve her problems and when she can’t do anything she might just be the pillow to cry aloud!!

           But with Dad, it’s different kind of bond. The channel of communication is always thru Mom. You don’t share a Hug or a Handshake but the closest you get to see his affection is a playful tap on your head. And as she grows up, the gap increases somehow, maybe coz of his workload and reticent nature. He being an invisible provider and Mom being a constant companion.

         It’s weird to share your feelings with father for a girl…yes, you can do it so easily with your mom, girlfriends or even male friends. But with dad, God Forbid!!

          And then there is a hell of expectations levied by the society regarding getting his daughter married at the right age. I guess, the right person never matters. And then the tiff begins, He sees that the society really doesn’t look up to an independent woman as they should.

     He finds that, an independent woman is suppose to be still dependent on her Husband no matter how independent she is. Her husband would have the final say. It’s she who has to adjust to the whims and fancies of the in - laws she gets …..coz she’s switching houses!

        That the society is still Male dominated and his only daughter is not suppose to support her family, he makes sure he has enough savings after he gets her married. And along this struggle, he tries to change this ANGEL into something the world will like.

       He wants her to be the ideal wife, daughter –in – law, mother throughout…so that he can be proud. The Girl wonders what happened to standing for her own rights and what’s wrong with being independent and equal to her partner.

        Why is she suppose to sacrifice freedom when the guy isn’t asked to do the same?  And what’s wrong in caring for her own parents who have grown her up? But then some questions never get answered do they? So the father tries to shut her up by saying this is how it works and this is how it has been for years !!

      And he wonders how will this Daddy’s little angel survive in this Big Bad World ! But the Angel remembers a little anecdote that happened when she still was a kid –

       The little girl got bruised while playing on the ground, she came running to her father showing her reddened knee.

    “Papa, the world is bad” she cried, “look, how it hurts me, with all it’s might ! “

The Dad took her in his arms and bandaged her knee. “ Sure, sweetheart !” he said “ What you say is true, the world is a bad place, and you have to Pull thru. But, you are “Daddy’s Brave Girl “and these are lessons you get to learn. 

           Promise me, to be a SURVIVOR and you’ll ROCK THE WORLD”.

  

The Chocolate Boy (A Dolch Project)

                Once upon a time, there was a little boy, Gopal. He lived with his father, mother and a small  brown kitty in a white house with a big red door. He was six years old. He had started going to school. Sunita and Gopal would walk to the school together. Sunita would carry Gopal's school bag. He called her " Sister". She was very pretty. Gopal liked her very much. They both use to jump, laugh and sing songs on their way to school and back.
                 One day, while coming down from school, Gopal saw The Yellow Cake Shop. He looked at the door and saw "OPEN" written in black. There was a glass window. He looked in. There were many round big cakes ....yellow, red, blue,white, green, brown. " Look Sister, just like the picture in my book". He liked One Big Brown Chocolate Cake with a  Red doll on top. " I want to eat that" he said to Sunita.

                 Sunita said " Yes, but we will have to buy it. I do not have money with me. We will ask your mother.Let us Go." As soon as he came home, he ran to his mother who was cleaning the house.
"Mother !! Mother!!"
"First, Put away shoes ,Gopal and wash your hands and feet. I will get you some milk to drink".
Gopal ran fast to do all that his mother had said. He came back, "Good boy, now drink this glass of milk and then you can go and play in the green garden"
"Mother, I saw a Big Brown Chocolate Cake in the new yellow shop down the street. It was just like the one we ate on our Christmas party. I want to buy it"
"Ok, if you  be a good boy and help every one ,I will get it for you" " But, Mother I want to buy it with my own money" His mother smiled " I will think about it. Now you go play" "Thank you, Mother." said Gopal and ran to play out in the green garden.
              In the morning, Gopal's mother gave him a Red Pig toy. "What is this, mother?" " It's a Piggy Bank Gopal, u can put the money that father gives you from the top. And then when it's Full you can buy your Big brown chocolate cake" " But, how will I know if it is Full? " His mother put some coins (money) into the pig and  and made it jump Up and down. It made it sing. It was very funny. Gopal laughed. "When it stops this song, then it's full my baby"
             Every day Gopal use to put some money and make the Red Pig sing. And he use laugh and laugh at the song. Soon the day came when the Pig did not sing. "See Mother, the Red Pig did not sing." "Because it is Full" His mother open the Piggy from down and help him count the money. Gopal took Sunita's hand and said"Come Sister, we will go and buy the Big Brown chocolate cake from the yellow stop".
         Gopal and Sunita together went to the Yellow shop. Sunita said "We wish to buy that Big Brown Chocolate Cake" to the man in the shop. He took a big blue box and picked the cake and put it in. Gopal looked over. He gave it to Gopal and smiled. Gopal said " Thank you" "Do come here Again". "Yes. When my Red Pig is Full" said Gopal. Sunita and Gopal went to the Green Garden after that. Gopal played in the ground and ran off to Sunita who was sitting in the chair. " My legs hurt" he said " I will get some water for you, you sit on this chair." Sunita gave him the Blue box to hold.
Gopal was very happy today. He opened the box and saw that the cake was cut. He counted " One - two - three- four- five - six -seven - eight" He looked up to see a pretty little baby girl looking at the cake. "Please give me one" she said. Gopal did not want to give. But his mother always said " Gopal , always try to be kind and of help to every one" So he opened his box to pick up  one cake and put it on the girl's right hand. The girl smiled and gave him the white flower she held in her hand " Thank you, Chocolate boy". "Good bye, Pretty girl. See you again" said Gopal.
From that day, every one called Gopal "The Chocolate Boy" !!

A Day In Her Life....

               She woke up to her mobile alarm. It was 6.30 in the morning. Glancing on the other side of her bed...a Smile inadvertently played on her lips, he always resembled a kid while sleeping. She shook him out of his deep slumber, caressing his face "Wake up da, it's morning" . "Ummmm" He replied...catching her hand and pulling her back, inviting her to sleep more. She was used to this routine. Sometimes routines give you a sense of peace , God's way of telling you things are fine. She somehow freed her hand from his clasp and got off the bed, sitting on the edge she tied a bun of her hair.
                She went to the door took the milk packet and the newspaper. Made a Cup of tea for herself and went back to the room to sit by the window looking at the sunrise and reading the newspaper. She loved her "Me" time.It gave her some time to think about her life and it's mundane existence. She looked at her hubby...who was still sleeping. She found herself lucky to finally have found her mate. It's been a year and a half ,she thought to herself...time flies when you like the company of the person you are with..."Theory of relativity"  her mind answered. She acknowledged it with a smile.
                It was a long wait...worthwhile too. When she first meet him, she never knew he would be the one...the apprehensions, the runaway feeling were all there. But they soon eased away as soon as they started talking, sharing their lives and views. And before long, they knew this was the right thing to do for both of them. The first six months were bliss in true sense, almost like dating and finding more about each other, molding according to the new environment.
She turned back to her newspaper, still churning out thoughts.

            Her subconscious mind  picked up the noise in the kitchen, Ma was up.  Preparing tea for herself and Dad because Dad liked it made by Ma. She went thru the days work in her mind, what to cook, office schedule, visiting her home before returning and then she remembered  she has to check with the Doctor too...She was feeling a little uneasy since 3 -4 days..an upset stomach and nauseous.Result of the roadside Panipuri she couldn't resist...she smiled, remembering the sweet - tangy taste , simply awesome.
       She picked up her cup, always liked her tea to be warm rather than hot..so that she could enjoy the taste.Finished it looking out of the window. When she got up, He was already into the bathroom. She entered the kitchen, "Good Morning, Ma"...she started preparing tea. Ma smiled and nodded..taking her cups out to the drawing room...Dad was already ready for his morning walk. Just as she poured the tea into the cup, he entered the kitchen...giving her a peck on the cheek and picking up his cup.
           The peck on the cheek was a random event, which occurred on random days and depended on lot of factors like the timing, people present in the kitchen, the mood of the hubby, the previous night, etc. But whenever it happened, she felt loved. "So"she said "yesterday was hectic? you came quite late at night." "Yeah" he replied " too much of work load, have to finish things by weekend" . " We hardly get time together nowadays" she complained. "I know, I miss that too" He always knew what to say to calm her down.
           "Let's go out for few days, once you are done" She cheered up. He smiled " You, me, Ma, Dad, Mom and Papa, like last time?" she continued. He made a face " ya, how ab't asking the neighbours too." She playfully hit him with the kitchen cloth " We need to take care of them too" "Who? the neighbours?" now she was laughing. "Shut Up and drink your tea it's getting cold"
"hey, btw...Rohan called yesterday, his kiddo's naming ceremony is there this sunday afternoon...he was insisting that we come." he continued.
            Now, was her turn to make a face. " We really have to go?" He nodded," He would feel bad if we didn't". She reluctantly said yes.  Mentally planning what to wear , the shoes and the bag to match along."They'll all ask about  our good news"she explained her reason for not willing to attend. " Tell them we are practicing daily"he smirked. She arched her eyebrows" Wouldn't that be an exaggeration?" He raised his hand in form of blessing and said" Didn't they make you Vow - Thou Shall not reveal any truth of your Happy Married Life to others, when we got married" he winked. " Ya ya" she smiled.
             Mom entered the kitchen asking" What time were you back yesterday?" . " Around 11.30 - 12.00" he replied. "No Ma, it was past 12.30" she chimed in. He gave her the we'll settle the score later look.She gave him her mischievous smile, but saved him by asking Ma the kitchen menu. As they both got busy in food preparation, he got ready for his office. " Ma I won't be returning in the afternoon, wuld be meeting Mom if possible , so would be taking my tiffin along.So no rice for me in the afternoon" She didn't mention the Doctor because then she would have to confess about the panipuri too. "Okay. Call me if there's a change in plan" said Ma.
            By the time she came back from her bath the hubby had already left. She got dressed and left. The day went quite smoothly. She loved her work, so even if it was hectic she used to realise it only when it got over by the end of the day. She reached her Mom's place in the afternoon. There was no place like Home sweet home and ofcourse Mom's hug. They had their catching up on each other's lives and the usual maid problem cribbing. Dad came back by the time she was leaving, so they had their cup of tea together. Some things do not change, especially doting parents.
             She skipped telling about her doctor's visit to Mom too. She wanted to talk to him first regarding it..though there wasn't anything to worry about or maybe they should worry she thought. The evening was as chaotic as always at office. Initially when they got married, he used always call up to check if  she left on time or was running late..sometimes suprising her by coming to pick her up...but as routine sets in, the phone calls have reduced to almost none. Tho she doesn't mind because she was used to a single life for a longtime, but that small gesture made her feel special.
           By the time she reached home, Ma had already cooked the rice. She helped with the Chapati and they sat down to dinner watching TV. She usually ate with Ma and Dad coz He was invariably late. She came back to her room...today ,she was planning to wait for him, instead of going to sleep. So picking up the latest Sidney Sheldon...she continued from where she left. He came quite late and found her sleeping with the book in her hand. He tried disengaging the book, but ended up waking her up. "Sleep, Sleep" he said." Na, wanted to talk to you. Go get fresh I'll heat up the food." she replied half asleep. " I have already placed it in the oven before coming, go sit on the table I'll come"
           She served him his portion, and  waited for him. "Hmmm...say...what's so urgent." She looked at him...checking if it's was the right time.He looked tired, maybe in the morning..but then they hardly got time together nowadays. He waved his hand over her eyes"hey?" She broke from her reverie..."Eat your food...I'll tell you." He started eating...looking at her expectedly. " Well, I had been to the Doctor today, had an upset stomach because of the panipuri I had last week..or so I thought"...He was giving her the caught you redhanded look and she smiled.
         "Well Mister ..would you be angry if I gave you some additional responsibility?" "Huh?" was all he could manage. " It's a huge one no doubt..but u'll do fine I feel...because you are managing things quite well right now." He was totally not able to comprehend what she was talking. Was some relative coming over and all? Finally she said " The doctor said, that I maybe...er...that I am expecting some good news 9 months from now.And you have been accused of being the partner in the crime" she disclosed.
        It took some time for him to digest the fact and the food. All he could manage was "Wow"..."So soon...I didn't expect..well..great news ya...the best news of the day" and finally he was Smiling ,a big huge smile. The Smile she fell in love with quite sometime ago." I haven't told anyone yet"she said. They started planning their kid's life and maybe they didn't sleep that night or they did dreaming of the future that looked beautiful, scary and yet fascinating.  The day ended with Sweet Dreams awaiting for both of them !!
                 

The Harried Mother and Guilty Pleasures

                                             She barged into the clinic " Are you the doctor?"she accused. I just nodded ,wondering what's wrong with that. She smiled. I relaxed." Doc, I want to get my tooth removed. But I am here for only 3 days, have come to my mother's place you know. And I also have Diabetes and Blood Pressure."
                       "Okay" I said taking control and sounding authoritative " We need to fill the necessary forms and then I'll do a through check-up of your oral cavity and see what can be done". She looked pleased and impressed.(Phew!!)
                  I got down to filling the form " Your good name?"she replied. "Age/Date of birth?" "51" "1951?" "Oh! you want the month? " "And the date too" "5th May"..."okay..5/5/1951" I wrote. "What 1951!" She thundered " You are making me 12 years older...It's 1963" (Oops!! Bad start) " I'm so sorry" I gave her one of my apologetic smile.
                     "Just wait till I arrange things inside" I requested." Are you gonna pull off the tooth today? " She asked narrowing her eyes. "No No.I'll just check and let you know what can be done, take an Xray maybe. Given your medical condition, it's good to do extraction under antibiotic cover.i.e take medicine for a day and then do the tooth removal" I explained trying to read her mind. "Okay" she said.
                      After the check up and lots of questions later,as I was prescribing her medicines " You are almost like my daughter" she smiled indulgently. (Does that mean I am in her good books now?) I just Smiled back. "She's 26 yrs old you know. A very bright girl. She's a Chef. She did her course from a UK university" she beamed. Now, even I was impressed " That sounds good"
                      " But nowadays, she doesn't listen to me at all. All the time back-answering. Is this the way you talk to your parents when you grow up?" she asked accusingly (How does she know? o.O) I gulped, " When do I give you the next appointment?" I tried changing the topic. I guess she didn't hear coz she continued her monologue " I tell her get married, now is the right age. And all she tells me is mummy I want to concentrate on my career. Pls do not nag me into this.If a mother doesn't worry about her daughter then who will tell me? " she paused, looking at me, hoping for answers.
                       I, in turn ,was hoping for divine intervention.Then it stuck me, how about giving her an evening appointment, she could meet my mom and both could share their sorrows." Khub jamega rang, jab mil baithege teen yaar..two mummies and woes of their respective daughter"I smirked "Is 7.30pm good for you?" I asked. She looked dissappointed " yeah", she said. " How old are you?" she inquired, trying to get me interested.
                       It's a tricky question when patient's ask you your age.The older you are, the more experience you have, is the general funda.I tried sticking to the truth, " err..I'm 29" "Just like my daughter!!" she beamed.(Good, she looks pleased)" Are you married?" she inquired looking at my left ring finger.(How many personal queries should be valid professionally??..It happens only in India..I sighed)
                         "Not Yet" is the best answer, is what I have figured out over the years. " Just like my daughter!!" this time she sounded disgusted.( So do I get disqualified from doing her Extraction, was what I was wondering) " Ohh! today's generation, I tell you, I do not understand at all. In our times I started getting proposals when I was in eight standard"
                         "Ooh! lucky you" I managed, keeping my surprised face to myself ( not at all a easy task for me, mind you) " But my father put his foot down and I got married when I was 20. And if I want my daughter to get married at 26 is there something wrong? I gave 6 yrs more freedom than I had, isn't that enough?". I looked down at my appointment diary for inspiration. God knows why,I was feeling guilty for her daughter not listening to her.
                           She probably figured out my discomfort or maybe felt a surge of sympathy " You know this Diabetes and Blood pressure can really be a pain. At least I manage to Do things myself, My mom needs someone all the time" I relaxed a little. Now the conversation was back to my forte.Just as I was about to give her my compassionate Smile of "I Understand"...she threw the bouncer " Tell me doc, people tell me all this is because I'm FAT, am I Fat doctor? "
                          (OMG, now where do I hide.) I decided to brave the storm and said, " Not at all, Aunty. You are well proportioned for your age group" She Cackled ( whoa !! sixer..well done, I said to myself) "Exactly, that's what I tell people. You know I was 45 kgs" and looking at my surprised face she completed " when I got married and then I had to wait for 5 yrs to have this kid and look what a Brat she's turned out to be !"
                              Before she could go back to her life history, I handed her the prescription and explained her about the medicine. Quickly gave her the appointment (Rajnikant would have been proud) and added " See you then" for safety measures. " Just like my daughter! " she smiled and got up to leave. She left, but the Guilt didn't " I guess ! should take some pastries for Mom today on my way back" I said to myself...As they say Guilt should be killed by Guilty pleasures. ;)


(Psst...all those who are wondering ..what happened later...well..er...it was something like this...:p)

Destined

 The Universe smiled,
              It was pre - destined,
 As the Stars shone bright,
             On a Clouded Night !!


The Wind played a sonnet,
          The Leaves danced to it's tunes.
The Earth smelt heavenly,
         By embracing a thousand Dews.


The Moon beamed enchanted,
         The Waves laughed and sang,
Ah! What a sight it was,
         As they walked hand in hand !!

Dil ko behlane ko Ghalib ye khayal achha hai........

 (A friend suggested that "At the Crossroad... " seems incomplete without an end...even a hypothetical one would do...so here I have tried to complete the story..purely fictional.)   
            He saw her in midst of the chaos looking quite lost in herself. He felt he should go up to her and meet..." Are u coming with me or not?"...his friend asked while getting into the Cab she had just convinced to take them to their destination. "You go ahead, I'll call u later."..."Just remembered  I have to pick up something"..he explained to his amused friend. "Okie" she replied "Chalo Boss" she referred to the taxiwala.
          He turned to find her standing at the same spot. "What if she doesn't recognise me? After all, it's been years since we met" He at once regretted his decision of  not taking the taxi. He had just reached behind her..tapping her shoulder...he stood in front of her. She looked back and then realised someone was standing right in front of her. " Hi, Remember Me? "....She narrowed her eyes trying to revive this known face from her memory. "Of course ! How can I forget? How have u been?"..she smiled, finally placing this long lost mate.
       "I'm Good" he sounded pleased. "What are u doing here?"...." Er...well...Just looking around ...contemplating". She again seemed lost. He found it amusing and smiled. "So how ab't some Coffee?" he said pointing at the coffee house to the right. She just now noticed the restaurant, and could smell the delicious aroma that wafted thru the revolving door as people keep rushing in and out. It's been long since she had her favourite South Indian Coffee. And suddenly she felt hungry too. She nodded,     " As long as I pay my share"...He again was surprised and offended but said "Sure".
            As soon as they found a place to sit. She looked around, it was a modern cafe with light music playing thru the invisible speakers. The menu on the table showed mostly snacks and drinks that they served. The crowd was predominantly youngsters, poking fun at each other oblivious of their surrounding, totally carefree. She Smiled, It was a pleasant place. He on the other hand was observing only her, and when she noticed that, both got conscious. He took the menu, "So what will u have? I guess, it's self service" She peeped into her sheet and replied "Filter coffee and some sandwiches".
           "I'll just come" She watched him ,as he walked up to the counter to place his order. There were a few more ppl in front of him. It would take some time, she thought to herself...what a pleasant surprise meeting him here. The song caught her attention     " Kahin toh hongi woh....duniya jaha tu mere saath hai...."..she started humming it. Music always soothed her senses.  She never realised that  he  had returned. And then onwards, Time just Flew as if it had Wings of it's own. They talked and laughed ,sharing their lives little anecdotes. Both felt at ease with each other, a pleasant camaraderie which you feel only a few times in your lifetime. The Universe Smiled.
      She looked at the watch with surprise. He realised it's too late, " Shall I drop u?".     " Well...err..I plan to spend some time at the crossroad itself"...the confusion on her face had returned. He Smiled, " Let's go for a walk then". As they came out, she realised the crossroad didn't looked that chaotic as before, the setting Sun gave it a hue of a blushing bride and it was all serene and beautiful.She felt peaceful and suddenly at home. " Chalo Kaha Chale" he asked breaking  into her thoughts..." Jahaan tum le chalo"....then rolled her eyes and said " I know, too Cheesy". They both burst out laughing. He held her hand, which seemed to be the most natural thing to do and they walked ahead towards the mesmerising horizon.
 

 

             Halfway thru the path, she looked back to check which road had they chosen...she couldn't figure out. She was always bad with directions ,she shrugged...  "It didn't matter anymore !! "

          
       

I wish....I knew....

I wish...I knew...
If it's gonna be True !
Would things fall in place?
And the Sun shine thru !!


If this Chaos would ever end,
And would Life be as smooth as the Plain?
If Wishes would have Wings,
And would they fulfill all my Dreams?


If all this Rain would lead,
To a Rainbow of Joy beneath ?
Oh! How I wish... I knew...
If it's ever gonna be true !!

At the Crossroad.....

              She stood at the Crossroad, observing the chaos that lay around. Pondering as to which road to take and whether the road would choose her or would she get to choose the road. Looking back she sighed " It was an eventful journey"...and still the road to the past was open, beckoning and tempting her with the familiarity of the path...with no hurdles or ditch in sight..she could easily run back into it's strong arms. But something in her resisted this urge....she looked to her right...
           Here the path seemed quite straight and predictable...she knew all the consequences of taking this path....she could even see the milestones she could achieve. But then, she wondered, "would it be worth it, if there was no one to share the joy of achievement?"  "Would she regret taking it when the journey ends?"....of course she had been lucky to have fellow travellers up till now...but everyone deserted her to follow their own destined path after sometime ...."would she be lucky each time?"....she knew not...so she turned to look to her left...
        Aha! what a sight to see....everything looked new, untraveled and as fresh as morning breeze. The path looked unpredictable and enticing. It had some similarity which made one comfortable, and yet a mystery which would unravel along the course...It stirred her soul, to draw it near..."Take this path" her heart whispered..."No !!" said the mind " U know not where it leads, what if it ends back to join the past?" "But it may lead up to the Future too" whispered the heart...."It's too risky to know !!" she decided...."I'll just watch it from the shore".....coz it's wonderful just to know.
        She looked ahead determined....but could see nothing except a clouded sky. The fog made it difficult even to see the path ahead...she wondered " if the sun would ever shine to show her the way". She took a few tentative steps..but the haze clouded her judgement. All she could do was wait till her time arrives....let the path choose her...or wait for the Ray of hope to shine.
      She sighed once again, " This isn't bad either", she said " Let the Chaos reign !!"


 

         


 

The Perfect Duet

Did you break the wall,
Or I left the window to my Soul open?
And there it was,
A reflection of Me, so alike,
And yet so unlike.....

The Smiles and Laughs,
The chatter non - stops...
All rhymed like
A Beautiful Song !

But, alas it was, a mere illusion,
Coz when I reached out to touch....
It vanished without conclusion.
Leaving behind a sweet fragrance....
Of a Once Perfect Duet !! 

                                                                                                                                                           


                                                                                                                              

A New Year....A New Beginning

                                                      


               A New year symbolises so many things....it's time for celebration, renewed hope, making new resolutions (which we never keep up with.) It gives us a reason to Smile ,to look forward  to new things in life. The mystery of the year to come draws us closer to it.
           Many things change and yet nothing changes...and u are thankful about these little mercies of God.You wish that this year be better than the last and that your hopes and dreams get fulfilled at last. Thus the day starts with Hope in your Heart and Promises in your eyes...to make it the Happiest Year of your Life !!

 

 

Go Forth....and Explore the New Year...and may you find Happiness in whatever u do...Amen !!