While smelling this mysterious scent of the rain....

Lazy Sunday!

While doing my weekend chores, the bedroom darkened suddenly and i happened to look outside the window. Dark skies, strident lightening awaiting the rains to pour down tearing the clouds apart. A glance at the beauty of this weather through my window and i instantly pulled out my favorite lens for close and sharp shots. Owning a DSLR is so worth it at such times!

I am home by myself this weekend and decided to watch "The Lunchbox" before this Sunday blurs into sameness. Well, for the love of Irfan Khan & his extra ordinary talent, i never read reviews before watching his films. What a perfect choice for such a day and what a beauuuutiful movie (I hope you can sense the intensity of "beauuuutiful" just the way i am trying to convey it)! Movies which treat you with a plot and direction of less to hear and more to watch, always impress me the most and "The Lunchbox" is absolutely one of those.

I am deciding the title for this post but am still unsure....something about the weather? or the rains? or the movie makers? or ...? Duhhh! For now-enjoy this song with a Coffee (of course!!! coffee hasss to peep in my post, right? :))

oh and my clicks here....have a great week ahead on this "rainy" note!

The hunt is temporarily paused :)

Remember this post from the newy times after moving to Singapore...i was so amused at the fact that sometimes friends cannot just happen and they have to be searched for but its not completely true indeed!

Yes, i have settled down here and the roots have started to spread wider. The hunt is coming to an end for now. I feel like home in Singapore and its not because of just the familiarity of this place, its because of the "people" who have slowly and steadily grown to become "Friends" and some "Best of Friends" :)

All those "dreams" of hanging-out "again" with the same chilled-out attitude when you don't really need to think before spilling the beans have turned real....Surely in the supreme absurdity of dreams there is always truth :)

I am back to the long chit chats, chai sessions and holy trinity of girliness :)

Life's good again!

Lets march Onwards and Upward!

May was coming to a beautiful closure, only before I got this tragic news of my granddad routing to heavens. He was burnt to ashes by the time I reached home, only to see his empty bed, his clothes hanging with a familiar lingering smell, an old old radio almost all covered in cello tape and this beautiful picture of my grand-mom hanging alone on the wall, smiling at me. Her cheery sentiment struck a chord instantly of them being together now somewhere in the air or clouds or skies,  I don’t know, and I was happy!

Something more unreal happened after this. My dad took me along to the crematory for what we hindus call “Asthi-Visarjan”… remains of the dead person are collected and immersed in a river. All you have is some left over bones & ashes that have to find a resting place in flowing water. Usually Son of the departed soul is the one who does Asthi Visarjan and whatever the culture or traditions say, girls are NOT to enter the crematory for whatever the reasons may be! Now you know why I said “something unreal happened”- in a small town like Sangli, 50 odd Males in the crematory were looking at me like I came from some other world…. Or like my dad was this insane person who was encouraging me to collect the remains…Or like their own cremation-rituals almost took second place as they all seemed to be forgetful about the recent death in their families…Or me being the only girl there became a more important scene to turn their heads to! Arghhh! All I cared about was cherishing the last pieces of my granddad that were in my two hands and now I had to let them go, for ever!

Unfair believes be damned! I am proud of my dad for taking this step! Let my grandpa rest in lots of peace!

The Unplanned is always sweet :)

What a roller coaster these two months have been. April and May were by far the busiest months of my entire life. I was in for a ride both physically and emotionally. Travel was almost non-stop to a point where at the end of May I had about 5 bags lined in a row begging to be unpacked ;).

More intense were the emotional ups and downs….Pause…. **Warning: Long sentence ahead before coming to a Full Stop**…..ok, Continue :)…where I met my long lost friend Asmit after a good seven years break, hung out with my long time crush Actor/director Rajat Kapoor (of course i am blushing) invited a Bollywood celebrity home for dinner, experienced excitement of The Great Vinay Pathak performing live in his hotel room with the only Audience apart from his team being “me” (of course i am showing off), not only attended a wedding of my bestie which was due for a long thousand years but also walked her through the aisle of this beautiful church (of course i am not crying...phew), hung out with my cool dude BIL after a long 4 years who traveled all the way from US with a stopover in the lion city before reaching India.

Meeting Asmit made me realize that some things never change...the seven-year gap was instantly erased and we went back to the same old equation! I learnt the real meaning of being down to earth after meeting Vinay ji, what a gem he is! Rajat kapoor & his play "Nothink like Lear" took me back to the times of drama rehearsals i used to sit in-my most lovely time spent ever! Walking the bride through an aisle is no simple thing, it depicts a strong bond with the bride and the bond between us i think carved confirmation on her wedding day.

With this sequence of happenings I really don’t know what I treasure most. Every person mentioned here has an important place in my heart. Times pass by and we don’t get a chance to talk, to meet, to see people we love and these 2 months just brought together an unexpected number of events that were destined to happen. Isn’t this surprise element in life the most you will remember and cherish for the coming years?

Who Knows?

 Sitting on the Airport, waiting to board my flight, no wifi connection and everyone would agree that data roaming is too expensive! Eyes and brain cells too tired of working, so reading a book-out of question. Whats my next option? Simply sitting & looking around, hmm, doesn't sound too bad! 

Its really interesting to just look around on airports, so many people with their own different stories are chatting, eating, laughing, dozing, shopping! But something really caught my eye that day was a couple departing and going to two different gates for flying their own ways. Now i kept looking for a few moments, both were crying (yes! the boy as well), kissing passionately and looking at each other without winking even for a second. I could feel their pain distance away, their hands intertwined, bodies up-close and the warm everlasting stare that could not have moved unless their was to be something as crazy as an earthquake.

Aww, the two strangers, So much in love! I know this line from somewhere, "To meet & Part is the way of life but to Part & Meet is the hope of life". True, ehh?

And then right after being charged up by this emotional experience, i heard a very heartbreaking story of a friend who got a divorce after his long marriage. He is very happy & relieved after breaking the love-bonds which proved to be quite a rough patch of his life. Only So much for love?

This leaves me with discomforting thoughts, whats the Way & whats the Hope really? with the most beautiful emotion in life--Love, Who knows?

Ciao!

I want to go home...da da daaa :)

I want to go home, da da daaa :) I am total vella today! Rather I have made myself available for vella-bility coz nothing urgent has come up at work (phew! Surprisingly !) and rest can wait! Never mind lahhh!

Busy week is much better than a dragging week but hey, some lazy and relaxing days at work are not too bad as well.  Last evening I got out of office at sharp 5 pm and instantly tuned into 96.3 FM, what bliss! There was no stopping this RJ who was literally on fire, back to back unbelievably melodious hindi tracks! Ok, half of them might be on my playlist but the exciting part of listening to a radio is it takes you  on a surprise ride! It’s almost like a super duper shuffle function on your iPod!

Suddenly I got thinking what if there was no such thing called music or songs or hindi songs to be more specific. Of course I am a big Hollywood country music fan but it can never ever beat the sheer joy of  listening to hindis. The language just retains more emotions & feelings, for me! So back to the point of living without music, can u even imagine that? I just feel it might not be worth living anymore, the definition of basic needs should be changed in the community-living-textbook for kids-food, clothing, shelter and…?? And Music! Really! It’s that much of an inseparable part of my life but when was the last time I thought about this…don’t know, don’t remember, never…I guess (eyes rolling & face confused - my expression right now)!

Hmmm, so that’s my message for today, never take things or people for granted, you may only realize how worth they were in their absence! Taking a mental note of who is worth what, once in a while sounds like a good idea to me :)

I want to go home, da da daaaa ! Happy Friday, Again!

Cheers to the 7th valentine day with you :)

Take me out on a date
To that beautiful hill top
Give me a warm stare, full of love
Like sunshine twinkling a dewdrop!

Light those candles yellow & bright
And let me melt into you tonight
Take me back in the moment I saw you first
To feel newy again, with the time reversed! 

Make my heart beat faster
And let me out of breath
Touch me like you used to
You beside me, I fear no death!

I would live this same life back and forth

If you promise to be always by my side

I will renew the same vows all over

To this heartfelt promise I forever abide!

Toast to a coming one and half month of 2012 :)

I open the glass door and struggle to see water drops because its heavy rains out there, the house opposite mine seems almost  blur. Its cloudy and quiet, almost a perfect saturday which is here after quite a while. Especially after so many events that happened in line. More travel, too much of office, Indian festivities and increasing work with every professional and personal commitment. Don't you get tired of being overly enthusiastic sometimes? I do. Its hard to draw a line between this western and Indian lifestyle you know, struggling to stay uptight as a perfect working women and then preserve all that culture you have grown up with! Not that anyone is asking for but its just about making sure you stick to your values and still make use of all that knowledge you have collected over years to make some good money :) When you get caught up in the busy circle, its another whirlpool !!!

Anyways, HERE IS A NEWS UPDATE:

Year end is coming closer and so is my favorite December.

Christmas tree has already been ordered :)

I am still lighting my evenings with lots of candles, even post Diwali.

The Diwali lanterns are hanging and there are no signs of those coming down until next year.

The graph of urge for tea vs. cooler weather is showing a linear increase :)

My yearly objectives at work are coming to a closure slowly and steadily.

There is an interesting trip planned for our 5th Anniversary to Vietnam :)

Last but not the least, i cannot wait for an evening in December when my Daadaa will be visiting Singapore (my place for the first time since i got married) with moma and sisi darling. 

Lots to look forward to! Let this time go slow until next year :) i don't want that January-rush to push me in the grind again :(

Wont wish you happy holidays just yet, let us get more closer to Christmas and let me have another post specially to wish you !!!

A little Ginger and memories gush :)

No pleasure can beat the feeling of getting up early on a weekend to a quiet kitchen with just two rays of morning sun peeking through the window making your tea pot shine. My ginger tea comes to a boil this morning and takes me way back into the childhood memories from when this smell lingers in my senses. This gingery flavor with tea leaves were the motivation for me to get outa my cozy bed, only to have a cupa tea with my mom, dad and little darling sister. The not-so-specific chat on the morning table and dad completely engrossed in the world of News with mom's black & white enemy aka-newspaper :P mom well engrossed in listening to the show "aap ki pasand" on dad's black & white enemy aka-radio, us-the two siblings half asleep sipping tea with the greatest Parle-G, the milkman going around doing his morning rounds, gran-dads walking their dogs, grand-moms gossiping about their daughter-in-laws and lush green garden in our front yard, glowing fresh with the rising sun!

Just an hour before the everyday-rush starts and my most beautiful time spent with the core family! Ahh, gone are the days but this ginger tea and its aroma still stays, only to bring those short lived moments back with a gush of memories, lots of memories...

Nonetheless, the taste of my tea can never ever be same as my mom's....and thats the saddest part :) Good morning and Happy Sunday! Tea Anyone?

Absolutely Cafe'd :)

If i get a chance to develop a small part of land in this world, anywhere, I would crowd it with cafes. Small ones, big ones, old style, contemporary, vintage, chic, English, cozy…cafes. The concept in itself is miraculous. To go and sit with a hot cup of drink, read or just watch people, listen to music or enjoy the sun, do your nails or simply think, get nostalgic or chat endlessly. Cafes have no dress code for the fun of it, no one cares about your dressing sense and you still won’t be left out. Your outfit claims Your style because cafes are So YOU, no one escorts, no one serves, no one asks questions like “Would you like some more coffee?” Just pick a cup and claim your seat, sit there for hours and….and what? Who cares!! 

They are for you to unwind…unwind stress or whichever that mood you are carrying before walking into this magical world of coffee and tea and croissants (yummmm).... the aroma turns your ho-hum world up and down :) and you are instantaneously on some other planet.

Be it the coldest of winters or hottest of summers, cafes just work for me, you know!
Ummm…
How to put my thoughts into words?
Ummm…ahh!
It’s something like an artist who knows how to breathe life into his portrait…
Ummm…

Yaaa, i think that's about it!

Oh and yes... that's why i want to move to Europe...for the love of...Cafes :))

Time for a B.R.E.A.K :)

Perfect!

After a long and tiring week, i gave up on working out this Friday. Left work early, cold shower, straight in bed with a mug and laptop. Lying in there all evening i surfed---half asleep. Caught up with an old and a distant friend, chatted for longgg...had a non-specific dinner---still half asleep. A little gmail, a little facebook, a little whatsapp, half finished-full buffered-movie, a dim light---almost asleep. Some 2:30 am, the dim light still on, movie finished...i think and 196 new messages on whatsapp---slept. Some 7:15 am, and here comes the Saturday-ahh!

Entire house to myself, hubby overseas, beautiful morning and NO specific agenda for the coming day! Hot tea, toast and rerun of the finished but unwatched movie. Eggs, more tea and 226 new whatsapp messages :) Emails, friends, chats, laptop and nothing more. Hindi movie in the afternoon "london, paris, newyork"...a cute movie really! Half of the Saturday is gone, an ambitious plan for a long run this evening and may be some cycling tomorrow. A book will do for rest of the evening and then back to bed.

"ME time", i think everyone should take some time off once in a while...i love doing it, not rushing, sitting by myself and moreover not doing anything specific, a breather for yourself, relaxing and refreshing, isn't it?

I don't give a S*** about it....hmm,really?

I was angry, agitated and stressed…with lot of things, small and big. I broke down !!!
For a last few days, I have wanted to get away, from what? I don’t know. I have been staying positive… very positive, looking around at lives that are really messed up, feeling blessed for what I have! But is staying positive always easy? I don’t think so! Yesterday a small thing triggered me and I burst into tears, many tears, lots of tears, lots & lots of tears!

After thinking for long about what made me cry so hard, I came to a conclusion. It’s not someone else who stresses me out, its “me”  who expects too much of myself. Last night i got really tired of keeping myself on track, ordered, disciplined, organized…don’t misunderstand, I really like being organized, I cannot tolerate chaos but then endlessly asking yourself to do more and more and more can be exasperating. Its perturbing to be the “responsible” one always, at work-people don’t reply to emails on time & I end up reminding them, at home-I have to maintain the inventories, clean, cook & manage, relations-I have to call up to maintain them, birthdays-I have to remind my husband to wish his friends. Morning 5:30 am and i start to toss & turn in bed, push myself to wake up & run, evening 5:30 pm & I start planning dinner. 3 days without exercise and I am worried if I have gained weight. My husband’s distant relative is dead-and I have to remind him 500 times to make a condolence call . Make sure I call my in laws & check on them, make sure hubby calls his in laws. Friends decide to meet on a weekend, why am I the one to reach the venue first and wait? On my way to office why do I keep thinking if I left the heater on? Why no one else but me is bothered to turn the AC off before leaving the house? If you need something, I give it promptly, if I need something, why do I have to ask twice & thrice? Am I too careful and way too responsible, for once I want to get off track and just not be bothered.  Determination is good but life can get very hard sometimes if you are too much bound by yourself!

Yesterday I think was a burst out of this i-don’t-want-to-be-bothered feeling! I was crying and rambling and blabbering until I was extremely tired, until I fell asleep to wake up to a new rising sun –
& instantly….I start thinking…. “today’s run=I have to do at least 9km”…… huh! Again???

Some things never change, you feel dull & churned & disturbed…. you cry and shake it off….and I guess move on with a new day!

Strange, eh?

Last Friday Mandar went to China for business, on Tuesday morning i went to Malaysia for business, Tuesday night Mandar returned from China and Thursday night i reached home. We went around the world our different ways, yes the flying, meeting people, staying in star hotels is quite tempting but back together in home sweet home is more than any luxury in this world.

I ended up thinking last night, in time of one week, we traveled miles away from each other, he doesn't know how many people and nationalities i spoke to and i don't know how many Chinese delicacies he must have tried. From a common point, to a common point, with this in-between journey involving individuals, places, food, drinks, discussions which we can keep for just "Our-selves". So close  yet so far yet so independent. And this in-dependency is an interesting part! You space out a little and find missing each other again. You wait for a weekend by yourself and start going crazy just after he leaves.You like and then you suddenly don't like! Relationships are so unpredictable and strange sometimes!

Stop reading now, i am not going to write anymore, that's all i felt last night....and you know i write what i feel :)

She was my Angel for the entire Sunday!

I am dancing and whirling, singing and tapping, twisting and turning, bouncing and wiggling....i wish i could show you my "Happy Dance" :) Who knew one day I will be this amused and excited to have a domestic helper around. When I was in India, day in and day out helpers used to be all around us to serve us better and only better.  I sincerely think I wasn’t very appreciative of them back then. After staying out of India for more than 5 years now I simply lost that luxury. Especially in a place like US where everything else can be bought cheap except for a maid helper, I struggled washing dishes, doing laundry, sweeping and mopping….and with the flow got so used to it that I didn’t even notice my hands which used to be really soft a few years ago have undergone a good amount of wear now.  In the process I loved this independence of getting things done by myself but somewhere the fact that nothing can be Done, Done without me actually doing it drove me nuts.

Advantage of moving to an Asian country… last weekend this helper called so and so made her grand entry and spread her magic all over my place. In a matter of few hours her jadoo ki chaddi took me to a world of dreams where my house turned into a mirror while I was sipping a nice hot coffee in the balcony. Much engrossed into my book, I looked back and the entire house was spotless clean, shining clean, superest clean :) And I felt like this luxury that I had almost forgotten should have been a lot more appreciated. I don’t like to address these angels as “maids”, a helper sounds a lot better. Thanks to all of them who do this work and give us some space for a sign of relief! A big thank you and a long due appreciation for all the helpers :)

Its really that Simple!

And yet again I confirm that Hellen Keller and I think alike. Her quotes are lucid and I so agree with every line she puts in this world of internet. She says “All the beautiful things in life are neither seen nor touched but are felt in the heart” Ahh! perfectly weaved into words.

Beauty is like million different feelings to me!Walking in the rain and smelling a row full of beautiful wet jasmines by the road-side, that smell in the air is beauty. Putting your hair up in a messy bun which really is messy :P but you are out-of-the-world-comfortable with it, that comfort is beauty. The teenage crush when he stares at you and you couldn’t help blushing, those blushing cheeks is beauty. The day when you get married and look at your partner with all possible commitment, that look is beauty. The age when your knees don’t let you get out of the chair easily, the hand that helps you get-up is beauty. A lovely perfume that makes you turn to see who just passed by in the morning rush is beauty. The SMS from your husband on a Friday eve, “Meet me at Starbucks for a coffee before we go home, Luv u :)”, that blinking symbol on your cell is beauty. The cold shower that helps you relax after an intense workout, that feeling of accomplishment and sigh with an “Ahhhh!” is beauty. You call your mom on a mother’s day and she by default has tears in her eyes, the way she tries hard to hold them back, pure beauty. The AC in your bedroom feels too cold in middle of the night and you urge for the sheets to glide over your body, that tucking under the sheets is beauty. You finish reading a 550 page book and suddenly realize, I read it all, that shuffling through the pages with a mellow smile of satisfaction, is beauty.

It’s that small part called Happiness which brings million reasons to make life worth living. That tininess which can make you feel on top of the world is incomparable…that Feeling of getting a Simple Pleasure is Real Beauty, for me :)

I can feel the Flare and smell the Smoke...

I stepped into this place called "The Summit House" in 2006...where i smelled and felt the beauty of being on your own for the first time in this apartment complex in US. Until then i was in a shelter, a small world that my parents had created for me. This place taught me a different meaning of Life. A new shade of independence where no one can ask you why you came in late or no one can tell you to sleep at 10 pm. I lived my Masters degree to the fullest here, i stayed in the lab late nights, i came back home in the mornings, i dumped junk food in the cabinets, i lived a perfect bachelorette life away from home in The Summit.

Friends, late night chats, parties, drives everything was just perfect and then the perfection became even more interesting when i was walking past one of the apartments in the summit that night and just like any bollywood director would plot his movie, Mandar opened that door when i was passing by. And we met, it just happened, in The Summit. I found my Love, my Life here and then of course we created never ending memories by just being with each other in this magical place. This place with no fancy view, no clean carpets, a typical economy PG students apartment which i got so much attached to that i am devastated today after hearing this extremely sad news about it.

The Summit was on fire, red-hot-fire a few hours ago, no idea what caused it but that door where i spoke to Mandar for the first time, his apartment where i spent hours getting to know him, my apartment where i lived like a free bird.... its all....gone!

The old, miserable, full of roaches Summit House, the adda for all desi newcomers....is gone. I would have never felt so bad if it was demolished for some reason but looking at this place burning into ashes really, really hurts.

I can smell the smoke and feel the flare miles away...Love you forever....Summit :(

For you!

First post for the New Year. I have been slacking. I Know! All I have dealt since September 2011 is check-ins, check-outs, baggage claims and crammed airplane seats....some personal travel, some business, most of it unavoidable though! But whats a better place than an airport when you are waiting for the next thing to happen and you open your laptop…which seems quite dead without internet honestly but sometimes Word works quite ok to type in a long due post, right?

So, It’s HIS birthday soon, in the month of January, my first and oldest best friend…Abhijit!

As I type this sitting on the Milan airport, I totally believe that it doesn’t matter which corner of the world I am sailing through, 22^nd January cannot be forgotten, now and ever. Abhijit and I share this lovely friendship from Kindergarten to grade 10^th to grade 12^th to graduation to post graduation to job to real world! It really seemed to never stop! He has been a friend with whom I was 100% ME, a person who just never expected anything out of me! The whole equation was very simple with him, no complexities and formalities involved.

Kindergarten to grade 10^th was a very immature period where I never realized that this guy means a lot to me! It was only after we changed paths while entering college, we made different decisions and 2 years kind of just flew away. Engineering were the days when we gelled again in our mature senses and then there was no coming back. Tremendous fun and exuberant joy….thats ALLwe share. The beauty of this friendship is that it’s truly Pure. A true true Friendship that has no definitions, he wouldn’t want me to be something he would like me to be and I wouldn’t ask him to be what I would like him to be! We just adore each other the way we are!

So, a very Happy Birthday to my first and oldest F.R.I.E.N.D, Abhya!

All Xmassy already!!!

Weather is cooler, Xmas songs are playing in buses and taxis, office cubicles are decorated with green and red, restaurants are full of servers with Xmas hats! Don’t you just love this time when holidays are round the corner and every other person is waiting for the grand year end with a brand new start?

Cooler winds in Singapore are certainly a pleasure, all that natural air to breathe in, only December can do this miracle! Ya, it’s not quite cold to wear boots and coats but a few nights without turning the AC on, is definitely not less than showing off your stylish winter clothing.

This bit of a slowdown at work, colleagues relaxing and listening to music without headphones, everyone wishing each other “happy holidays”, god I love it!

Donot rush, take your time; this is the most happening time of the year. This glimmer and cheer around you is to enjoy and have fun! Stop, look back, breathe and thank for all those beautiful and not-so-beautiful Decembers you have had. Don’t be angry with you or anyone else. Let go and everything around you will be simply beautiful.

Oh, is it Friday already? Well, not quite! One more day to start a long vacation until next year :)

Merry Christmas you All and happy Friday Thursday!

And the mood just gets better :)

Candle light hot shower is therapeutic! Hot steam of water and miraculous flame of candle make a deadly combination.

If you are sweat-soaked after an intense workout or if you are worn out after a full day of hectic work, aroma of the Lux lavender bodywash will scent you up from top to bottom. This hot shower after loads of tiring paper work is like a rebirth for me. And it can be made absolutely divine if you shut the 100 watt bulb off and light a beautiful scented candle in your shower. Why do you think a little flame in your shower brings “Bali” home… it’s all the candle effect.

Now just as much I love candles, how about a cuppa scalding hot coffee after this steaming hot shower! Ahh “Life” -- What’s there to not love about it?

A dream that i saw with my eyes wide open!

This poetic evening with "Gulzar" at the Esplanade theater was indeed one of my best evenings in Singapore. I have tried to put the entire experience in words...writing a poem on this poetic evening would only make up for a few emotions that i went through while listening to Gulzar, the great Indian Poet, Lyricist, Story writer, Screenplay writer, Director....

I enter the theatre and settle down in my seat,

I see him on the stage, mere visual treat!

Rest of the lights are dimmed; in that One spot is the "Star",

My world is shaken in a moment, at the live sight of "The Gulzar"!

I rub my eyes again; make sure he is sitting in front,

Cease the moment, I feel, on this evening pleasant!

He reads to us his poetic treasure, one after the other,

His presence noticeably simple, everything else but glamour!

His overly starched, naturally crinkled kurta, purely white,

Symbolizes his personality, peacefully calm, undoubtedly polite!

Hushed everyone else, his voice thunderous, husk and heavy,

A memory of Gulzar sahib narrating live, an experience classy!

His imageries are made of daily life through his eyes, savored,

His imaginations out of the world, An array of topics covered,

Be it a mountain, a river, a walnut, a tree, a cigarette or an ashtray,

His pen doesn’t hold back to write anything that sways in the way!

His gentle Urdu-Hindi, to which he refers as “Hindustani” proudly,

Leaves the audiences mesmerized, rising their emotions fiercely!

The web of words he knits, has no rhymes and bounds,

Compositions flow from heart to paper; it’s not a square or round.

My eyes full of tears after this wonderful 2 hour poetic journey,

My body trembling from head to toe, mind unsatisfied and thirsty!

I want to meet him in person and hold his hand, my urge says,

20 minutes later I see him walking across and I jump his way!

I hold this "legendary hand" of Sahib and bow with earnest satisfaction,

My eyes closed to feel the zeal of standing with a superstar of our nation,

Even more surprised to see his reaction,

He taps my head with his other hand to shower blessings and affection.

And I, Astounded, Astonished, Stunned and Amazed, stand there stricken!

Only to question myself, "Is he Him and am I Me", Did All this just happen?