And that's monsoon!

A perfect sunny day with nice, soothing warmth and perfectly azure skies.

Sitting by the window, you're reading.
When you look out the window after finishing a page, all you see is darkness.

And while you're still thinking when did this transformation happen,
you feel droplets lashing against your skin.

Rain is the stimulus for lovers and writers.
It's the catalyst that washes away the masks and unveils the vivid colours.

And while you're gazing out the window,
an unpretentious smile has already taken rest on your lips.

Gradually the skies become brighter, you notice.
The velvety grey clouds making way for a patchy blue sky.

And only the drenched leaves quivering as the raindrops slide down
to make splashy puddles on the drunk ground.

Because monsoon is not when you run to take cover;
it's when you rush outdoors to take a swig of life!

Conversations #2

"I am not going to sit quietly and take your crap" she fumed.

"You have me, but you don't want it", he replied mollifying.

"After all these years, is this all I'm worth? she demanded. "We're talking alimony here. This is not some joke."

"You're worth my life", he replied.

"Oh stop it!" she banged the table between them. "I'm no more the besotted in love, naive girl, who fell for the broody genius of college."

"But I'm still the nerd who fell for the matured and extremely beautiful college fresher" he quipped.

"Do you think you can woo me by such gushy, eloquent speech of yours?"

"I did that once. It was extremely difficult. I know how hard it is to convince a strong lady like you. I don't know how to do it again for the lady who can see through me now."

"Remember, our daughter stays with me. We can discuss your meeting arrangements with her once my lawyer comes”, she snapped, ignoring his statement.

“Can we work out an arrangement where I can stay with you too?” he grinned apologetically.

“You find this funny, isn’t it? I am leaving! Do you realize that?” she said exasperated.

“I know that”, he replied gravely, “and I desperately wish you don’t.”

“We can’t work it out” she said, looking into his eyes.

“We’re meant to work it out. You just don’t want to see it” he sighed.

Silence ensued for a whole minute.

“We don’t talk anymore”, she complained in a tone barely audible.

“You’re right. And when you thought of putting that right, you didn’t say it to me, but got a lawyer instead” he retorted.

“Were you even there to listen to me?” she felt the anger, hurt and neglect welling up inside her again.

“Okay. I want to propose something again, today. And this is a promise”, he said, going down on one knee and taking her hand in both of his.

“I am sorry! I am extremely sorry! I went back on all our marriage vows. But today I promise you, from now on, I’ll be a husband and father first, before anything else. I am not a man of letters, you know that. But I strongly hold the adage that when something breaks, we mend it, not throw it away. So, trust me if you still can.”

She was sobbing uncontrollably by then.

A minute later, her lawyer walked into the room. He saw both of them holding hands across the table and talking. Confused, he hurried towards them.

“We won’t be needing your services anymore, thank you”, he smiled at the lawyer, and turned towards his wife and winked.

The Story of When, Why & How...

           ...I started this blog.

  After a rigorous 3 months of training schedule, I came home for a lovely warm Christmas-New Year vacation. And its during this extended break, I was reunited with my long-forgotten friends- pen & paper. I had lost the habit of sitting down to write. I was always typing-on my phone or wherever I was around a computer (which was almost always!).

  Sitting out in the warm, wintery, evening sun, with a cup of hot coffee & mind full of random thoughts, I realised this was long overdue.

  I'd have liked to say 'I've been keeping busy' or 'no time, yaar', but the truth is I've been lazy! Despite suggestions from friends to start blogging or atleast contribute in forums, I've let it fall on deaf ears & shut eyes (I preferred sleep :p). But now, thanks to my previous busy schedule, I'm unable to fit myself into the 'after-retirement' lifestyle. Im literally with 'no-work' & thus this was born!

  Now to answer the last point, I'm extremely thankful to my mom for passing on the literary strands of her DNA to me & ofcourse the company I'm working with, for truly putting its 'employees' interests 'first' by giving us ample (no-work) time!