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.
She wants to tell me something.
Who is she?
She is a big fat cat.
Everytime I see her,
She follows me and says “Mew”
Maybe she knows a secret,
Sometimes, I give her milk,
She laps it up quickly.
Seeing me come, she stands in front of me,
And again says “mew”.
She is big,
She is fat,
And she is a cat.
Adios!
I have lost my raincoat.
I can’t find it anywhere.
Yesterday, when I left my office,
It was raining heavily.
So, I had my raincoat on,
And left for my home.
Reaching home,
Ma opened the door,
And told me to remove keep the raincoat
At the front to dry.
I did so.
Next day,
While leaving for the office,
I couldn’t find my raincoat.
I was very surprised.
For the raincoat,
Was a big object.
Not an umbrella,
That it could get lost easily.
I looked here and there,
But with no success.
So, I asked Ma-“Ma have you seen my raincoat?”
Ma replied-“No, I Haven’t.”
I was very very puzzled.
What could have happened?
I left for my office with a lot of questions going in and around my thoughts.
As soon as I reached my office,
The peon handed me my raincoat-“Sir, your raincoat.”
I was astonished beyond anything.
I asked him-“Where did you find it?”
He replied-“Sir, you had left it in the office yesterday.”
I was stunned.
“Hadn’t I worn the raincoat while leaving the office yesterday, to save myself from the rains?”
“Didn’t Ma open the door and ask me to keep the raincoat for drying at the front of my house?”
Then where from could the raincoat have appeared in the office?
Maybe I had flown home directly from my office.
Who knows?
I gave the peon fifty rupees saying-“Yeh, aapke chai pani ke liye.”
Adios!
There is an old tree,
Whom I know,
It is so old that,
Generations have gone by,
Many places have changed their names,
Yet the tree has remained where it was.
At the base of the tree is a pool of water,
I love that old tree,
It has a dark bark,
Which is as old as my maternal great-great-great-great-grandfather’s hat.
There’s an ant’s colony in and around the tree.
There are litter everywhere.
The branches are broken,
The nests upon it are golden,
And my friends the bee eaters,
Come and sit upon it,
And play with the leaves.
The flowers are orange,
And the tree is so majestic,
That anyone who goes by,
Stops and in awe looks at it. Adios!
The book shelf,
Has all the books,
Which are my favourites.
Which one to read,
Sometimes becomes a question.
And thus, I let the book shelf decide.
The book shelf,
Is my friend,
Though it may seem odd,
But it truly is. Adios
A big ice cream,
Won my heart.
It had two large scoops of vanilla ice cream,
Two scoops of strawberry jelly,
And it was topped with three large sized cherries,
And the crisps of broken chocolate.
It took me a long time to finish it up,
And while having it,
I dreamt of the world where,
Only ice creams, fairies,
And beautiful and nice mystical creatures remained.
That big ice cream truly won my heart.
Ma and Baba liked it too a lot.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 