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 aro...

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...