May 30, 2013 § 12 Comments
It was a bright sunny afternoon in Delhi when they met at one of these fancy malls that sell overpriced pints of beer and food that has unpronounceable names.
She was scared. She hadn’t met him before except at the workshop they did together where all they did was exchange pleasantries and later their phone numbers. And she hadn’t gone out with a guy three years younger to her. Ever. But life is all about taking chances. She took her, and fixed a meeting.
One glance at his face, and she knew that things won’t be the same for her. The curly hair on his head and the sly smile on his face made her heart skip a beat. He extended his arm for a hug and she melted.
Three and a half hours later, they’d eaten, bought books, discussed philosophy; he had read poetry to her, made her swoon, introduced her to Pink Floyd and neither of them could fathom how quickly the time passed.
She was right. Her life hasn’t been the same since then. Two and a half years, lots of discussions, pints of beer, more fancy restaurants, packs of cigarettes, all the crazy music, and Buddha happened.
All because they made their choice: the choice to not hold back from the other, the choice to spend time with each other.
December 10, 2012 § 22 Comments
especially when you know
you’re going to spend an
eternity with someone. Time
and space are finite and
tangible when i put the
ground between my heels to
find you; and they are as
fickle as the winds that blow
carrying faraway whispers
from your lips to my ears.
January 3, 2012 § 2 Comments
Almost close enough, your voice
Like the restless sea that touches the shore
To dwindle, looking for some perspective.
Gulls would know in their squawking ignorance
That tides always return to the sand
To soak and submerge and sanctify.
Why do i stand here, a ‘wise’ woman with net in hand
Doubting the inevitable cycle of waters
Doubting myself- if only because i must be a woman.
Unaware of my hand in front of my eyes
Unsure of the imprint being made in my mind
Unable to understand the repercussions of what is gone.
Then your voice like a bottled message rescues me
Just when i thought i was going to sink
Telling me tides, high or low, are planned, are perfect.
And i come back to life.