This site is as about the inspiration I get, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers, which receive light when asked to God.
We are finite,
Like a stone,
Be it fame or a dame,
We are the same.
We are finite,
We are docile,
Let us be moving,
So that we can be more worthwhile.
We are finite,
We are happy,
We are studious,
We are meritorious.
We are finite,
We are dignified,
We aren’t naughty.
We are finite,
We are made of love,
Can’t be more,
As we are amore.
Adios!
It all happened on Wednesday. I lost my glasses. I remembered that I had kept them on the bed side table before I wanted to have a wash. My eyesight is poor with near and distant viewing. Searching was a problem also.My mother was very upset, we were not finding it anywhere. In the drawers, in the almirah. My mother asked me, before going for a wash what was I doing. I was reading a book.
No it was not by the book. Then where it could go? My favourite television show was scheduled to be shown for a while later. I sat on the sofa anyhow, let me be in some peace. I let the television on, as usual. The show was hazy. But I could manage to understand as I could hear the conversation between the criminal and the commissioner. I forgot my spects. In the commercial break again the thought came. What all happened before I lost my spects. A Swiggy delivery man came and gave me a packet. He did not snatch my glasses. Then the maid asked me to close the door.
The commercial break was about to end, my mother brought a glass of soft drinks. Looking at the television, I took the glass from her and as usual spilled a little of it on my pants. A little drops also fell on sofa.My mother is very touchy about the sofa. They are costly and once for a life time. With a wet napkin she came and asked me to slide a bit, wiping with a little more force, she even put her hands in the space between the arm rest and the seat of the sofa, got my specs and gave me. Oh what a search!
I was reading the book and I kept the book on the bed side table and left the glasses on the side of the sofa. May be while I was washing, my Daniel saw it from the fairy land and kept it there a little in. Oh! Daniel next time not. A little not but the rest of the serial I could watch with my spects on.
Adios!
Trees looked golden and the grass was green.
The road was full of trees of golden-green hue, as on the both the sides of road, trees were there and when the Sunlight peeped through the trees, it formed a scintillating scenery of golden-green hue.
We were travelling back to our home and upon seeing that beautiful hue glowing around the trees I was mesmerized. I was eight to nine years old then.
We went ahead and I kept looking back. I wanted to go back to that particular place and wanted to relive those moments. I asked my father if we could go back to that place,but he said that we need to reach home as the evening was approaching.
It was a road, upon which few cars drove but one could see buses travelling upon that road. Our tiffin boxes were empty by that time as we were travelling for more than two hours in the car.
At the far end of the road we could see a vendor stall and probably it was a food stall.
It turned out to be food stall. We got from the car and asked the stall owner what was available?
He replied-“Boiled eggs and tea.” Hearing those four words my father’s face lit up as if he was the happiest man on earth and had got a very big promotion. He truly loves boiled eggs.
There was a dog nearby who was wagging his tail. Baba bought two boiled eggs and placed them in front of the dog in a recyclable bowl made of paper leaves. On seeing those eggs, the dog simply sat down and bowed his head, as if saying thank you in gratitude.
The vendor asked us-“Had you all gone for a trip?”
We replied-“Yes.”
Stall Owner-“To where did you go?”
I replied-“To Rampur.”
Stall owner-“Oh! Rampur. My distant cousin lives there. But we seldom meet.”
The evening was coming over, so I asked him that is there any hotel nearby?
He replied-“You will find a big hotel but it would be nearly two hours drive away from here.”
After finishing those boiled eggs with tea we drove towards the hotel.
As we went ahead, we could see more trees on both the sides of the road, which had an aura of golden green hue. The grass was deep green. The scenery was extremely lovely. It felt as if it was a scene straight out a fairy book. In those days mobile phones weren’t there, so I couldn’t click a picture.
We reached the hotel by six and were able to get an accommodation. The hotel room had a big bed and I felt very happy as I could now stretch my legs properly and give them sufficient rest. The whole night I dreamed about those trees with golden-green hue and upon waking I asked Ma if we could go back to that place so that I play cricket. Ma laughed and said-“No, we can’t. We have to reach home and while playing cricket if you hit the ball a bit far, then you would have to go into the jungle to get the ball back. I realized the point that Ma was making. I told Ma-“Ma the roadside is so beautiful that I felt like going for a few long walks.”
Ma hugged me and said-“The next time we come, surely we will let you play cricket and have long walks over there.”
I was very happy, over joyed and exuberant and am waiting for the next time.
Adios!
A slip of paper,
Is great to be had,
A slip of paper,
Is what all I need.
A slip of paper,
Can be written upon.
A slip of paper,
Is time unbound.
A slip of paper,
Is strong and sturdy,
A slip of paper,
Is very worthy.
A slip of paper,
Can be kept in a pocket.
A slip of paper,
Can be torn and thrown away.
A slip of paper,
Often helps when we need it.
A slip of paper,
Gives us continuous reminder of the things.
A slip of paper,
Keeps the information intact even if it is for ever and ever along.
Adios!
We are finite,
Like a stone,
Be it fame or a dame,
We are the same.
We are finite,
We are docile,
Let us be moving,
So that we can be more worthwhile.
We are finite,
We are happy,
We are studious,
We are meritorious.
We are finite,
We are dignified,
We aren’t naughty.
We are finite,
We are made of love,
Can’t be more,
As we are amore.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 