Musings Of a Passerby

When you were standing in the wake of devastation It isn’t everyday you get a telegram. Not with all the gadgetry and technology these days. But to the Army that was the safest foolproof approach. We are not talking of some secret Army messages. The telegram was the safest messenger of Death. And here I stand trembling at the inevitable news the telegram has for me. When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown Every single day he would sit by the door on the verandah in his favourite chair. A radio in hand, the same one, that his grandson had gifted him before going to the warfront. He would call out to me and get it tuned to the station for news. Any news about the war would put him on the edge. Same as everyday he sat there today. And with the cataclysm raining down She hadn’t had a very good morning. She wasn’t all too modern like her daughter in law and superstitions played a huge part in her lifestyle. A black cat had crossed her path. It had made her worri...

What is it with people going berserk with Valentine’s day? It’s just another every day! Same routines, same old office, sitting underneath a pile of files, fake laughter with a bunch of colleagues over a cup of bitter green tea. Don’t feel sorry for my sorry life, I’m not against love. Only does it need a single special day to be expressed? And yet the same topics of conversation everywhere, What special plans for the day? The lucky ones in the anticipation of the elaborately planned candlelight dinners, the not so lucky ones brooding under a growing sense of loneliness. Well, where do you think this is heading? Categorizing me already considering this rant? Let me surprise you, I belong to a third category - hopelessly in love, that cannot be expressed. So, as I sit here and listen to people discuss their plans I slip back in time to the warmth of his smile, the enthusiasm in his voice, the determination and the solidness of his thoughts, the gentleness of ...

It had been a few months since they had first met. The thought of their first encounter still brought smile on her lips. Her smile was the most perfect thing that he had laid his eyes upon. It was the smile that had him ensnared. The pointed canines peeking out from the corners of her mouth, the crinkling of her eyes. She seemed to be the embodiment of happiness . Now as she sat beside him, happily chirping away about her day at college, he watched the sunlight playing in her hair. They were at their usual meeting spot, under the lone banyan tree beside the temple on the hillock. It was only a short walk from the college but an undisturbed spot of scenic beauty. This was his favourite spot for meditation, his Me space , and she was the only girl he had brought out here. She was suddenly aware of his gaze. A deep silence was between them and the air was filled with an unusual electricity. She looked into his eyes with a calmness he hadn't noticed before. He felt a deep urge to...