Moments so Far ...

Mind flows like the river. It has not seen the ocean but still carries own in search of the ultimate bliss that it has glimpsed but not yet become.  The water finds the lowest point. The mind becomes humble. Humility blossoms. The water overcomes the rock solid obstacles. The mind develops patience and perseverance. A never give up attitude. The water irrigates the fields and leaves fertile soil. The mind shares stories of hardship, toil and makes inside and everyone around light. The water jumps and cuts through hilly terrain. The mind exhibits its youthful exuberance.  The water keeps flowing. The mind keeps exploring the new. The clouds come and meet the mountains. The rivers of life are born. The seeds of mind are fresh from pure rich showers of rain.  The river is born. Streams innocently flow and bubble down the hills. Gathering experience and water to form rivers. They become lazy and lame in fields, dwindling wherever the slopes takes ...

It was raining hard. I came back into the car. Something fell on top of car from above, not heaven. I wondered lightning and dared not to open the door. Is it safe to be inside or outside of car if lightning strikes on the tree under which your car is parked? After few secs opened the door and checked, found the tree shedding some dry weight. I was still twisting the key. For the first time in 5 years the twisting key did not start the engine of Maruti Swift. I had no clue in the world. I twisted some more. The wipers moved in slow motion. Stopped them. I ran to the security at the parking entrance seeking help. Do you have any cab driver around? Do you know somebody who can fix a car? Do you have umbrella? All negative. "Today is Saturday, Sir, Nobody is around, rest of the days there are hundreds of cab around". Somebody from behind quipped in "There's a Hyundai showroom on the main road, why don't you go and check with them for mechanic?" It wa...

It rained and my fingers have shrunk in. I simply stood in the balcony. The rain was as eager to embrace me as I was to her. She heard my prayers from all directions as it came hurtling down from left as well as from right. The mango trees were still but the water squeezed out between golden magic and jardine on one side and magnifica and carinata on other side. It seemed to be converging inside my balcony as this was the first time she entered through the winds. The touch is always special as is every drop. You also fear because you know there will be loss somewhere both of life and property with the way cities are constructing and growing these days. Water was floating above the concrete as it mixed with downpour from above. Never witnessed anything like this. A mother and child were walking with a weak umbrella getting drenched from all sides. The child was trying to hug close to mother. It was cold hail drops. It is still pouring now and I am cushioned in the sofa after a warm bat...