February 15th,2022 It took me nearly 2 years, and a lot of courage to write something today, and I knew instantly what I have been missing. Words were always there, but they lacked emotions. Some thing small, something very small happened that opened my heart to the emotions it was devoid of, for the longest time I remember. Live is made up of small moments, that carry with them, Great Magic called Life . Singing in the shower, and Laughing by the hour, oh! how much I love this game. Kisses on my lips, Your gentle finger tips, I really love to hear u say my name. The river running ...
17th February,2022 Take me to the edge of the world, To watch the sunset some day. Hand in hand, let your heart speak But n ot a word you say . Set me on fire , with your words, And kiss, while you hold me tight, Your lips on mine, warm and wet, The passions you ignite. Take me back home, yes HOME That’s where I want to be, Watching the sun go down and fade, As you hold on to me !
Mumbai is a great city.. A complex city, of simple people. The greatest luxury in the life of an average Mumbaikar is the prized ‘Window Seat” in the local. No sooner is the train in sight; half the population of octogenarian present on platform and nearly all the middle aged men are in air in anticipation of landing into the local, even before it comes to a halt, just for that prized window seat. The precise calculation of the velocity of jump and the angle of propulsion is so complex that it would make a neat research paper involving the most complex mathematical formulation. But then it is Mumbai, and mark you no one perfects the act as well as a Mumbaikar who tries this gravity defying stunt several times a day. For the less fortunate ones, less said the better. No other group of humans, except the 1.8 million mumbaikars, will ever agree to mutually continue living in as infrastructur-ally challenging conditions as prevalent here. The vestiges of the roads, found scatter...
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