Sense and Souls

I don't know if I can fit them all in one pocket of memory but I guess it's not impossible. I have encountered so many colors of love, almost rapidly in a flash of two summers. Or maybe three. Things happened almost in a flash indeed. Love came and went within fleets of seconds. Sometimes it gives me a smile or two. I can visualize so many faces queuing in the lane of a three summers old memory. Face that kissed mine out of the most unexpected blue. Face that trusted me completely and loved my heart with innocence and sincerity. Face that peeped all of a sudden with a smile that faded with time. Face that happened to be shy and silent yet smiling at unexpected intervals. Face that came back and forth like the seasons themselves. Face that made me smile to the midnight dance by the speechless shore. Face that brought a twinkle to mine only to blink with the stars and stare from far throughout the sunshine. Face that brought me back from the stone-washed past to relive it and the...

It's a stupid little game on my cell phone. I hardly play, but today I thought I should. Espcially when you know you are about to experience boredom, you should explore your smartphone, provided you have installed some game orapp in it. Period. I was fortunate enough to realize the ensuing boredom, and did the same as mentioned above. That's when I realized I have not played this game for a while. It's a simple puzzle game where you have to unblock the blocks to give way to the red block. The rules are simple: try out the possibilities and solve the puzzle. As I was playing the game, I could manage crossing the levels pretty soon. Soon the game became interesting, only to eventually make me realize that I had left boredom thousand blocks back. The moment the "You solved this puzzle!" message got flashed on the screen, I indeed felt a winning smile on my face. I know it's just an ordinary puzzle game. But it definitely told me how to read signs. The signs of un...

A morning blush, One familiar voice, One favorite song, A diary of nostalgic lanes, A ring road of memories, A bunch of gossip queens, An everlasting friendship, A promise of brighter tomorrows, A surprise of crowded laughters, A dream of thousand-odd hopes, A sky of twinkling thoughts, A trusted travel companion, An enjoyable trek, A soothing guitar string, A caring 'special someone' A wonderful tale of love, A celebration of life.

Silence has too many crowded connotations. At least for me. But for a change and for the first time, I am in love with this crowd. Always. There is always a first time for things in life. No matter how, when and where you fall in love (and not to forget with who), this crowd follows you like a shadow. It tells you things anew, afresh, and yes, that first time happens to you again. Like it tells you to smell the earth on the season's first rain. It happens every year, yet you feel the freshness the way you did for the first time. And that first time keeps coming back to you every year, with the same newness in it. It tells you how you smile when the breeze tickles your mind with that soft whisper. Or the way you blush when some insanely attractive stares glare you with a helplessly unavoidable smile peeping out of some corner from their unknown lips. Or the way you close your eyes when you sit under a clear starclad sky and be spellbound with its awesome blueness. Like the way you g...

It's like seasons changing under the sun and the stars - from scorching summer to the delightful spring. It works in a cycle. Just like a dark night hovering over the tiny fireflies and then escaping to the befall of the dawn. It's morning sunshine now, it's melancholic winter afternoon then. We love, we sing, we make faces, we argue, we fight, we start being silent, we make up, we sing, we love again. And this continues throughout days and nights till the sun tells us to stop complaining and the stars, to start dreaming. It's like a complete prose - a wonderful work of fiction that goes on without a beginning and with no intend to come to an end. Can there be anything more fascinating than this? For I have not come across any. That smile, that stare, that silence - everything makes me speak and smile back, to the one I coincidentally met on one confused evening, started talking from stranger to familiar tone, visited one summer morning on an unfamiliarly deserted road,...