Those 6 & some of mine

Stories are so good to listen
Just remember those days
When our Granny used to start with
ONCE UPON A TIME
And our wild imagination
Would take you to hills
And mountains and landscapes
And kingdoms and queens
And prince charming to cruel King
To talking animals to aliens
To anything and everything
And now when we have grown up
With Granny gone and when with friends
We share our experiences and it NEVER starts with
ONCE UPON A TIME
But it starts with
YOU KNOW WHAT
I had my first beer on that day
Had my first kiss, first intimate relation
My first job & first salary
And first break up and
How I learned to move on
How I handle stuff even when things are bad
How I show I am mature to my friends
How I still behave innocent in front of my siblings & parents
How professionally I handle my clients
And how carefree I am with friends
And I love being carefree
Because friends won’t judge
I can open my heart to them
Tell all the weird stuff to them
And instead of judging
They will share their own weird stuffs
And the night will pass
And we will end up comparing
How weird we all have been
And then end up thinking
Why didn’t we share these before
And it was good to have some OUR time together
And then came the sun calling
Asking us to sleep
So that we can go to work later
And hoping we will have such
Wonderful times again with one another

 

P.S.: To all my friends and the wonderful bond we share
Let many more beautiful nights come
And we embrace our weirdness together ❤

Yo! No song for today. Sorry! But, I will share this video. It’s of Friends re-union ❤

It’s her wish to visit Taj..

Memories had entangled me then
I was busy wasting my precious time
On these unnecessary things
Jumbled up in the tensions of Work
Life, it’s ups & downs
Family, friends and buses and bikes
And all the daily chores.

There was crowd everywhere around me
I was surrounded by them
But there I was all alone
Lost, confused and helpless
Then I sat down at the stairs of a building there
And suddenly my eyes fell on a bird
That had come and sat there beside me
She was happy I can tell
As she was playing with its food
Hopping on that stair
Breezing away with the wind and then returning back
Going from one branch to the other of the banyan tree on the roadside
It seemed as if She was from some other place
May be a neighbouring country
I was left staring at her for hours
Staring at her freedom, at her happiness,
at her sincerity, at her way of life
Staring at her for long
Helped me forget my tensions
My chaotic life, my unmindful works
My life filled with hassles
I realized that she was talking to me
With her actions
As if sharing her stories
Her experiences and wishes
She was happy to be here
And She had heard a lot about the beauty of Taj Mahal
And asked me If I can accompany her
and show her The Symbol of Love, The Taj
So that when she goes back to her home
She will take back the beauty of Taj
and also the memories of the time spent with me
That she can cherish all her life..

Help me tell my story..

I was there in my balcony,

looking at the vast blue sky,

seeing the birds migrate,

gazing at the slowly setting sun,

reminiscing the good old days.

Those days, when I used to count backwards,

to that day when my grandma would come,

come to visit me from village.

It didn’t matter what did she bring for me,

hand-made pickles, a bag of toys or any other thing.

What mattered was THE STORIES.

I used to love listening to stories,

bedtime stories of ghosts,

noon time stories of king & queen,

stories I read from my books,

stories I visualized myself to feel safe.

The lesson learnt from each story was crucial,

but more crucial was the imagination,

the way in which I visualized myself as the protagonist.

The movement of hands of my grandma while telling the stories,

the lowering of tempo of her voice during suspense,

the big wide eyes to show surprise,

the soothing smile to show happy ending,

was all very important to me.

I used to believe more in that imaginative world.

I used to think that my imaginative world could had given me more pleasure,

because I could not keep those stories inside me anymore.

I needed to tell those to someone, to anyone, but in vain,

because I was only meant to listen them,

as I was born a Dumb!!