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.
Garden gnomes were playing around,
The grass was green and flowers made sound,
“Hush,Hush see the colour of light,
You take blue, You take pink,I take brown.
Gnomes do not play easy games,
They are tricky, sometime friends.
From top of the hill, God looks upon us,
If he comes down we will surely blush.
He will make us newly made.
Gnomes will ask for many days.
But we will have his feet to shed.”
Adios!
My basket is full of words.
Each one is written on a card.
I picked up one,
Written “Better than”,
The next one was “Die”,
The third one was Oh! It was “love”.
The fourth one was “To”,
The fifth one was eh! It was “lie”,
Mesmerized, I made it like,
Love better than to die.
I closed my basket.
It was enough.
Someone may cry,
If you like it well enough,
Tomorrow again I may try.
Again.
Adios!
Missed the bus,
Tried the train,
Could not get in,
But it wasn’t in vain.
Had hot tea,
And had fresh made bun,
Waited again.
The train came chugging,
Into the station,
Like the smell of happiness,
Which is my gain.
Had I not missed the bus,
Had I tried the train,
I would have missed happiness,
Which is my only and only gain.
Adios!
Sumit Babu is absent in the office. His chair is empty. I am looking at it again and again. We are class mates. He came two hours late, sweating, anxious and has to spare half a days salary. It is lunch break now. We eat lunch together and asked about the delay in a low, soft voice.
Sumit was opening his office bag to take out the lunch box and a very good smell of mango came out and filled the office room. Mangoes are such delicacies that after summer and till rains you will get them.
Sumit told me train was late as goods train they had to give preference. Two train’s office goers were in one train. Not being able to catch he train, he took the next train. Anyhow the mango smell was prevalent. Knowing that he was already late, he bought a Kg of mango from station market on the way. Sumit babu loves me. He took out a mango and offered me. Shirish sir was our friendly boss. Sumit got up and asked a knife from him (his drawer is full of so many things which are of importance and we need them frequently). All were eating their lunch in groups or alone. As Sumit cut the mangoes with knife, Shirish sir got up and came, jovially saying “Knife is mine, so is the mango. You should share with me.”
All our colleagues, even the peons were ultimately enjoying the mango party. It was a loud celebration of the early seasonal mangoes. Our office got over. Both of us would be going together till the station then we will take different lines. I told him,”Oh such a day as if we were children.” Sumit babu told me he did not get any piece. My face fell down, oh! My friend.
Basket full of mangoes, one or two vendors were selling at the step of the platform. Sumit babu bought from them and he bought litchi one bunch. I too bought them and felt happy.
In compensation next day at lunch, I and Shirish sir together gave a gulab jamoon and samosa treat to all our colleagues. Sumit smiled at me.
Adios!
The evening show of a film has just got over. People are coming out discussing about the movie. All are tired mostly. Autorickshaws, cars,bikes were all in one place. I was standing there, waiting for a rickshaw. Within ten to fifteen minutes the crowd got dispersed. An autorickshaw was available but it would take another route due to traffic jam in the shorter route. I got in the auto and it started moving. The main road was glowing with all neons. I was looking at both the sides. A new shop has opened for women with its premium products, where a luggage shop used to be. Many times I thought of buying a new suitcase and go for a short trip anywhere outstation, but it remained as a thought. The autorickshaw was taking turn and I tried to see again, was that shop still there in the vicinity? I was sad. Last I boarded on a train for Shirdi six years back and after that only staying at home. Ma sitting beside me watched that I was searching or may be looking for something, did not ask me anything. It is strange that my Baba is always with a small suitcase and backpack, travelling a stretch , taking a halt at home for one and half day. Tomorrow he is coming. I hope soon we will buy a new suitcase. Hope it happens.
The theatre is the show of his toil and being all responsible should end now. His sincere work must be justified with rest and proper routine. I love you Baba.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 