Annihilated! To be Resurrected...

Wisps of thoughts from the nook of solitude;

Away they drift into thin air...

Swaying and streaming,

Slithering and simmering.

Spiraling up the spires,

Sailing into the seas.

Sifting through the sands,

Surrendering and seeking...

And that's how you let your senses travel!

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The Dutch, I presume?

To be in the land of Netherlanders and not guzzle down a draft of fresh ale would be akin to snoring away in the freezing Iceland when ‘Aurora Borealis’ lights dance in the dark sky :-) Spluttering, choking and still falling flat while enunciating “ Scheveningen ” … My epiglottis continues to glare at me bewildered! Leaving behind a legacy of shattered umbrellas which were slashed ruthlessly by the Wind Gods of the land and truckload of shoes; torn after the long walks and maddening race to signal the disinterested bus driver who swerved around the signals callously. It was tough being in the cycling capital of the world and not know how to ride one (I still reminisce the look of horror on the faces every time I revealed my tiny woeful secret!). Ahh! Probably I should stuff in a few more Dutch drops (assorted Liquorice) into my mouth to avoid being marked as a drop-out. Beyond the tall green foliage and meandering sandy dunes of Hague; it ...

Block!!!

Indeed it has to be a block, a writer's block! It has been over a year since my husband started stalking my thoughts and left no opportunity to say his magical sentence – “ Dear, I want you to start writing regularly! ” An explosion of events happened meanwhile in our lives. For instance my husband got promoted from “Would be” to “Is” position. I lost flab, gained mass; still swaying. Touchy topic but I guess with pizzerias getting ever more active and efficient than local ambulances; I and my generation are not to be blamed wholly for falling prey to the sinfully fattening hunger satiating alternatives floating and beckoning! The idea of your food being ‘few touches and a hello’ away, when you are glued to your laptop and badgered by incessant calls from your boss; does sound like a redeeming option. Thanks to my health freak partner who essentially sulks if his digestive system does not receive home made meals twice in a row. I am blessed to have a 'much needed restr...

Game of 'ordinary' dreams?... Part 2

Lift beeped and announced ‘Ground floor’. A harried set of voices welcomed us there. The company cab that transported the hapless souls from the far flung office block (SEZs can be someone’s poison too) to the mainstream one, had ditched yet again. “Good I drove down today, lucky me!”- I thought to myself. But then I saw the lines of dejection crisscross Mr. S’s forehead as he looked at the mayhem. “Do you want me to drop you at the other building, I stay right beside it and coincidentally I got my car today.” “Oh that would be really helpful!” – He said. His eyes brightened up with hope. “No problem. Please come along. But disclaimer – I have an old loyal car that responds just right to my brusque veering and heavy stomping. Definitely not fancy as its past prime but nevertheless a trusted confidante. I am still working on detaching myself from it and moving onto a new one.” – I rattled on gleefully. “I had promised my daughter that I would spend the evening with her....

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