[Continued from Part -3] I raised my hands in defense and placed them in front of my chest, a reflexive defense mechanism. But before I could start, a man came and gave a tight slap on my face. I swear on God, I have never experienced such a sharp immediate intense shrill pain in my […]Read more "THE TRAIN AND THE SUBTLETY OF CHAOS [PART-4]"
[Continued from Part -2] I ran and post a few turns, lanes and marks, I eventually reached a place where fortunately I saw a late night pan and cigarette shops open with a few people standing there. I with an absolutely blank mind immediately headed towards them to save my life. I could have certainly […]Read more "THE TRAIN AND THE SUBTLETY OF CHAOS [PART-3]"
[Continued from Part -1] Within a fraction of a second, we all realized that we have missed our train. But what to do, should we board the train, as apart from that there is no other valid option visible, or should we leave it. It’s like we were supposed to make a decision, standing on […]Read more "THE TRAIN AND THE SUBTLETY OF CHAOS [PART-2]"
It was still dark. I looked out. The entire Ashram was under the gray blanket of fog. I looked at the watch. It was 3:10am in the morning. It’s still an hour for the morning wake up bells. It was day two for me in the ashram. My entire room was filled with snores of […]Read more "The Shadow"
“Tomorrow is an important day P,” he said. “Or else why would I shave?” Z murmured sadly. It was a scorching Sunday Noon and Z has to go to Mumbai from Pune, for his Visa interview. He was telling P on how important these coming days were. They both were sitting in P’s […]Read more "ONE LAST CRAZY…….."
Life has its unique way of teaching and introducing scenarios to us humans. We, humans, are a mere participator in her grand set up, with absolutely NO, to almost no control in the orchestration of events. And this is the realization that happened to Sudha Maurya, a middle-aged lady, a mother of two. She belongs […]Read more "Sudha and her Mid Life Travel"
The days were black these days for both. No matter how desperately they tried, every initiation always turned into an argument, an argument whose heat melted the joy of every next initiation by any. There was no subjective quantification of their issues. Both, Keith and Shikha, were always right in their interpretations of their actions. […]Read more "US !!"