A Wordsmith's World

Sitting in the balcony of my house,  turning the pages of a book and sipping hot filtered coffee, I was totally lost in the streets of Varanasi . (the best seller by MT Vasudevan Nair) Oh.. this drizzling and breeze, am so in love with this weather. These are the days I live for -  a perfect weather, a cup of coffee, a good book to forget everyday tantrums.                    This reminds me of Helen Keller's quote-  the best and most beautiful things in world cannot be seen or even touched... They must be felt with heart. A pleasant evening it was, till someone knocked my main door ( ahhh yes I do hate guest, sometimes ).  It was my maid...a nd that too with her toddler, not so tidy, with dribbling nose, exhibiting his gum pads and flaunting his new toy - a mouth mask which he might have got fallen some where, I guess. " Radha , why did you bring him. Don't you know its not safe for a toddler like him to roam around amid of a deadly pandemic and why is he playing wit

Nov, 2008 Shimla It was a chilly winter morning, fog covering the beautiful valleys. Sun making his way from mountains pouring the dim light on her skin. Amid of this heavenly landscape their eyes met for the very first time seizing the moment. Love for them was all about their morning meetings with no date nights & hangouts. Ryan and Shilpa, neither romeo - juliet nor heer - ranjha, yet the mountains of Shimla witnessed the torment of truelove. ------------------ Heading to Mumbai, Ryan vowed to be back just as he finishes his work......  ----------------- Days passed... Weeks went on... Shilpa's sorrow kept on accruing. Unanswered calls and unseen messages inclined her agony. Will he be back? Or disappear like a firefly in the day light?  -------------------- Ryan never came back, Shilpa never waited too. Two Souls departed to heavenly body, the very same day not knowing about each other...  ------------------- BREAKING NEWS "Mumbai terror attack killing 100's&

Apne ghar me pankhe ke neeche bethe hum kya jane, Tapte suraj ke neeche chalne wale shrameeko ka Dard.   Apno ke sath ek chatt ke neeche Beth muskurane wale hum kya jane,  Apno ke pas pohuchne ke liye kese bebas he wo karmkar. Apno ke sath tarah tarah ke vyanjan khane wale hum kya jane,  bhook me bilakhne wale un bacho ki vyatha "SACH HE YE... HUM KYA JANE MAJDURO Ki MAJBURI."  Gareebi aur bebasi ke maare the wo,  Aj lachari ke kue me dhakele gye he wo.  Tapte suraj se ladke,  milo ka rasta napne chale he wo.  Apno ke sath rehne, apne gao ke taraf nikle he wo.  Pairo me chale liye,  Bhuke pyaase pareshan he wo.  Dard bhare jeevan se kar hi rahe the ladai,  Lathiyo ne bhi koi daya na dikhayi.  Zindagi ka bhar tha hi kandho pe,  Saman ke bojh ne aur jhuka diya he unhe. Patri pe bikhri roti aur sadak pe fele saman, Un majboor majduro ki ye vyatha jatati tasveer Banke misal yad rahegi salo sal.  Bharat nirman me Inka bhi he hath,  fi r ku nahi de pa rahe hum Inka sath? Lockdown h

If I say CORONA affecting almost whole of the globe proffering us sleepless nights is actually God's thunderclap to the world and remind - "Time for some extreme changes folks ".  Life was good, though a mess sometimes but it was cool. Right? Common dude atleast we owned the whole planet, and vagabonded freely. 😁 Things started changing when corona decided to extend its claws with first case of COVID - 19 being reported on 30th jan 2020 in Kerala . (A new year present 😑? Huh) Things turned worse when it plagued and boomed covering nearly the whole nation but gratitude to honarable prime minister, for taking the right step at the right time LOCKDOWN - 24th March 2020 changing our daily lives😟. In the midst of all the chaos, have you ever tried to sit down for a while and think - "how the whole thing is affecting us?" OK, I know lot of mental pressure encircling all of us... What after lockdown? Will life be same?  No; may be, it will turn bet

"To the enthralling view of life"   A pleasant morning to wake up in the capital city of Rajasthan, encircled by hills and flecked by mesmerizing forts. Most of the building is pink here , no wonder why they call it a pink city. 😉.Pink stands for hospitality and the city will never fail in this. Undoubtedly the architecture, places, art n crafts, forts made me fall in love with this land. Wait wait..I do have a secret reason to go head over heals when I say I miss this place 😍  In midst of the pink quilt and radiant sun casing the city there stood my clan. The same crazy heads ready to mark our friendship tale in the pinky city . The streets do offered us colourful bazaars, mouth watering dishes and memories of walking carefree with no one recognizing any one of us. We explored the magnificent place, been to enormous forts, and encountered many historical stories. The twilight followed by the dark night bestowed rhythm to our exhausted soul.