TRANSITION

Walking across a market lane looking at every white wear that came in way, mixing milk before powder in Tea, choosing white ice cream - even straberry paste seemed an adulterant suggested clearly that she has a love for white.

When we headed for mountains, decision was unanimous to build something that reflect purity in that sense. So all the efforts were directed toward one single objective, meeting and having good time during this course.

While making it, we all knew its seasonal and gonna melt , but anticipation of even limited joy was motivating. It came out beautifully, House of snow, drinks not only came with ice it came in ice, everything from chairs to glasses were of ice, all the people who were involved in making it are now experiencing pleasure out of it...it was magical as orange light was spread and all the emotions, moods and feelings are touched upon in this time frame leading to a sneaky warm feeling.

It was white house with blue door, everything seemed so settled.................. people started to enjoy.

Worst part about good things in life that it happen to you at the very end and then time just runs out on you.

Along came a sunny morning, inevitable happened, we all knew about it still there was a strange sinking feeling of being parted from the joy, it was draining at a rapid pace, wanting to get in i rushed towards door, fell it was all dark, when eyes opened i was stuck by an awe as i was trying to enter an illusion, i found myself in middle of cold water channel that was going back to basics, where it want to be........overlooking all the efforts we scarified.

Shivring with cold sweat, i realised, Sometimes people think they lose things when they didn't really lose them, it just get moved, we just cant find them but they still exist in some or other form................

I GUESS SO !!!!!!!! Yes ..... I saw her wearing black last day........isn't it

FLUSTER

Colonnade, outside my window was home to labour pain and subsequent delivery, resulting into eggs that later evolved into life.

Then one fine day, there it was a baby pegion, since i was a witness of this hatch, it lead an startling emotional outburst in me like i covered the place with shoe box, served boiled rice and wheat.

As it longed for care, i couldnt touch the baby coz that would have ment end to it, thus I learnt love can be expressed without the touch and i withdrew.

I was aware of vanity...... Everyday while leaving my towel to dry i used to watch the walk and ever expansive wings.
On that distinct dawn pegion was not there, i felt hollow, like all the emotions have drained out leaving me with few down one, i wonder why, was it the flight, forgetfulness or is it true that One need to get over the most sublime love in order to be free.

When i looked around no one was in sight. Life had taken a full circle, light seemed fake as i didn't knew what i was searching for, that moment taught me something.

What, i am still trying to decipher.

Till Then........Experience !!!!

The Food Court

Nearly after 10 min, I was caught by a high flashy light suggesting me once you enter there is no escape, I found myself standing in a long queue and shielding myself from strong pushes and multi color trays flying in every direction. I was thinking what my sentence is going to be like, a gentleman appeared after listening to my defense he said No: 394 and Rupees 175, and was directed towards another level, person over there was not that gentle he said 20 min minimum, I thought its possible only in Mumbai that even to get butchered you to stand in queue, I returned to my wooden cell to find out one of my group members is already finished as he was the first to commit that crime, after starting the quest again midway I found third member of the group is nearly out in stampede structure, finally 394 appeared in bold red letters, reached out for it, tray was pushed, I recited “Oh God”, hanging.

I always wondered why word court is used for a place that trade food, sounds gross, but thanks to that Sunday evening I got it all.

Thanks to economic drift from Mixed to capitalist structure, that has given you a place with nice marble lobbies, flashy neon signs and opportunity, to stroll past big brands and flooded counters that offered no relieve but uncertainty, whether you want to have food alone or waiting for others to arrive.

And the greatest paradox is even after a catchy note on “Self Service” which appears on every counter, Service tax not only appears on the bill, but is increased every year in the budget………Just think about it.