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.
Swelling up with pride,
Is a bad habit.
Except when a mother swells up with pride and love.
Swelling up with pride,
A fat man devoured ten ice creams
As he had secured a big deal.
And made a lot of noise about it.
As the deal went bust.
But his pride came down,
He realized his mistake
And he tried to control his pride,
Whenever something big happened in his life.
He later on became a much better man.
Adios!
For millions of years,
Banana, pineapple, mango and apple have been growing on trees.
They are divine especially apple, banana and mango.
Pineapple is nonetheless, yet it lags a bit behind.
For millions of years,
The earth has been waiting for fruit juices to be invented,
With grand perceptivity
And in readiness,
They have been discovered and made beautifully.
Adios!
Happy days,
Mighty and big,
Come in everyone’s life,
Without any trick.
Happy days,
True and free,
Come with freedom,
That we are to be.
Happy days,
Lighted with diyas,
Make for more blissfull times,
As all the beautiful sights are near and dear.
Happy days,
Made for us,
Were by a special friend,
Who is and will be,
Let it be unknown.
Adios!
My wife doesn’t exist.
She is illusional.
Had she been there,
We could have gone for holidays.
There are many who are angry for my want to get married.
People say that marriage is nonsense and in some cases a burden.
But I don’t think so.
Even if love is there not, with trust and faith love too can be got.
Maybe we might had been blessed with children,
With whom my and her parents would have played with.
The life would have gone on.
But yet she is illusional,
An object to the mercy of fate,
A twist in many turns,
Somebody it would be,
But mostly not,
For there is no one written
And the one who was is in a land beyond anybody’s reach.
For as I mentioned before she simply doesn’t exist.
Mangoes,
The lovely red ones,
Were available for nearly Rupees six hundred to seven hundred a dozen in the summer,
But due to the global pandemic we couldn’t buy it.
Most interestingly, we would see mango sellers hawking their mangoes from our window, with hardly anyone buying them.
Yesterday we saw a mango seller selling mangoes,
When asked about those off season mangoes, he replied -“These are artificially ripened ones. Few of them are imported.They are pure. A dozen for rupees one thousand four hundred.Hearing the price we simply turned away from him.
Seeing us go back he said -“For you I would charge only rupees one thousand one hundred”.
We -“If you sell it for eight hundred bucks, we will buy it.”
The seller-“Ok.”
We-“Pack it.”
The mango seller with a bit of grumbling-“What if a poor man loses his money? You people can have delicious imported mangoes.”
We-“You are definitely keeping some margin.”
He smiled and said -“I too have to try my luck.”
We took the mangoes and came back home.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 