Life is a book

Companions: Bhaskar Narasimham, Ramya Krishna and Pardha Saradhi. Day and Date: Friday 11 July 2014 Total Time elapsed: More than 12 hours.                                                         Friday July 11, I along with my sister and cousin reached Tirupathi. I had heard a lot about the temple and this was the first time I was going to visit it. I had no idea about the temple and the memories I was going to make. The place was so hugely populated that it took us nearly 10 hours to witness what is described as the most aesthetic view by many great poets, in words that themself are autonomous and could take you through a trip of the place within no time whilst you are reading them. Between the lines you wi...

It's been sometime since have spilled a few words on paper, feeling a bit rusty but have a very awkward kind of feeling today so am writing this down. These lines express all I feel right now couldn't find more apt words am just soaked in mixed feelings right now as if I am in past and future at the same time. " Feel like am on top of the mountain, but not on it's peak. Feel like my journey has ended but am not at my destination. Feel like I have achieved something but I have nothing in hand. Feel like am moving too fast but world is crawling by faster. Feel like no words to say but nothing to hide!! "

Love a feeling of being complete because of another soul occupying your mind all the time. Feeling of a tickling in your ribs all the way, no matter whatever your age is and whatever you feel, it is special. You suddenly feel so powerful you could go days without food and sleep and keep talking all the time, may be on phones, in texts or chat boxes of current time. I too felt this way sometime back in my past and still got my meat fist beating inside occupied with the special feeling of magic. Nothing takes away the joy of stealing glances though. I must admit it love fills out the heart with a warmth, un-describable in words, un-expressable in actions and un-imaginable in minds! Quiet a few un's there, eh? Never mind, I am a poor reciter.  So coming back to where I left last time, my life-my wife has been a known entity to me since fifteen years, well it doesn't feel so long back ago to me as it sounds. We were back in the graduation level then. Those were days o...

The bright shining sun was hurting my eyes, I could barely open my eyes. My upper story was completely shut down and could not even have a guess what time of the day it was. I was damn sleepy, so it was too early to wake up but the shining sun indicated it was late to arise. I could not feel any part of me except my chest which was fully covered with hair as soft as candy floss with an aroma of lemon may be or orange, whatever I was it was pleasing. I tried moving my hand and in the process ended up waking her up. There she was the face with the cutest of smiles on it with two eyes swollen like apples of Shimla. She had her eyes right into mine. "Good Morning", she said in the sweetest possible voice as if  rasgulla's were all she ate. "Good morning my love", I replied. She went on with her stretching of arms and legs, while I sat there trying not to be overwhelmed on having a dream of mine right beside me as I had wished. It has been a decade since we got mar...

So there it goes, the title of my first fictional writing. Am not sure about people liking it but I am writing it for my own sake and need to put on paper the way I think and to see if I could convince people that I could write stuff. I hope you like this story that I have titled as "On My Way to Life". A story of a boy "Nihar" as I mentioned in my past posts in the blog. Nihar is on a journey called life, as simple as that as all of us are. Whilst on journey he meets many people and many manage to make it to his personal space, only few through the door of his heart. The story about how he settles in for a girl, a girl not so like him Anvita. So a journey of ups and downs it is. I put together the words into a bunch to express enough give an impression of facing the story in front of you. You may feel it or not, I wish you do. I hope my words could manage that at least. Hope you enjoy reading and will try my utter best to be updated on the blog and keep posting re...

Anvita, as simple as her name. A girl of independent thoughts. Much fond of memories and books since they don’t hurt as much as people do. Darling to her parents, who passed in a plane crash while she was in her primary schooling. Brought up in her uncle’s home with love and affection showered upon her like waterfalls, although no where comparable to her parents, her uncle aunt were no less to her. She is not known for speaking her mind out loud in front of everyone but for acting according to her mood and the way she accepted people. Coming to looks she had dark black eyes which could easily attract anyone with the sense of depth in them. She wore spectacles for near sightedness. Vegetarian in eating habits and freak when it comes to pulling peoples leg in practical jokes, which were restricted to people she knows very closely.

So, the name of male lead in my stories. I have thought a lot and came to conclusion that this name would be the best. As the name suggest the hero looks very handsome and has a very good physical build with height of around 5 feet 11. He is just like a regular boy. He had very few people who disliked him. He is a regular find in modern days. Just like a boy next door. He is very open minded and accepts his mistakes when he committed any. He strongly believes that being truthful to people will push people to be the same with him. He could cast a magic spell on anyone with the words he used in his writings but could not speak a word from his mouth. He would listen and understand everything from the beginning but never spoke a word to any one on earth. No one knew why a mind with such extravagant set of words, could never force the mouth to spill some through it for the listeners sake. He was an average student in his school never popular in girls. He has a very silent na...