kaun tha vo...

Kal tak vo sab kuch tha mera Gaya, to mere ghar bhi to nahi aaya savera… Vo rehta vahan tha, par basta to yahan tha To uske maazi ne mere aaj mein kyun kar diya andhera? Sab rishte chhut te gaye par uske saath mein tha mera baserra Galat usne kiya, gaya, to banke sirf shauhar tera…

A summer in Simla

Twenty years later, am sure i wouldn't even acknowledge him if he passed by on the street....but that one week in summer, he meant the world to me. He was good looking, rakish and a charmer...just what my frayed nerves needed. We met at the hill station where my grandparents lived. Where i knew people and they knew me as the studious, intelligent kid from the city...which in my head i heard as the nerd, the overweight, dull kid. I saw him one morning walk past our cottage, whistling and humming to himself. I smiled, i knew he was beyond my league but just his gait, his demeanor, his joy made me smile. I waited the next morning and he was there again at the same time. This time my grandmother was with me and she informed me that he was the good for nothing grandson of her friend. He had decided to quit med school to come and write plays in the hills. writers were not supposed to be good looking i remarked. The next morning I came out of the shower, my hair still wet and found him sipping tea with my grandmother in the garden. Casually he commented that I should wear my hair loose, it really suits me. once we got chatting the chemistry was electric. When he suggested showing me an exhibition on the history of simla...my grandmother was delighted. She was glad I had some company and didn't have to take off on my own. I could swear he had a wicked grin even then when he thanked her and escorted me out. We had a week together and spent every waking moment together. He was funny but complicated. He was charming but had a glad eye. He was a great lover and said just the right things. What I loved the most was the adventure, running down slopes, him plucking wildflowers that i wore in my hair and ears....kissing by the brook, cuddling because it was cold...and sneaking into my room at night since it was raining and i didst want him catching a chill! I blushed and stammered in his presence and thank god my grandmother talked so much and didn't see too well... Surprisingly when I kissed him goodbye I knew it was the final bye....I could not handle his over powering, overwhelming persona in my "real" life, in the city...but this summer romance was a boon that would keep me smiling for a long long time...

Carmem~ a new word i made up!

Carmem~ memories associated with travelling in a car I was supposed to be in a bad mood that morning and yet I was giggling like a schoolgirl....carmem at work again! I was late for work, hungry, skipped breakfast, had a spat with my mother on the phone and yet as soon I drove passed "that" spot I was in splits. That was where I met the nerd every morning who was my carpool buddy. He was always late and had a ridiculous excuse, I pretended like I was driving past and he would run after me like a scared child. We lost touch but the carmem lived on…