kuch panne zindgi ke....

I’m often being scolded by my loved ones for trusting people blindly. I’ve this strange habit of talking to strangers. I enjoy knowing different kind of people, variety in thoughts, variety of work they do and I always try to learn something out of it. Yes, it is correct that I encounter some ugliest consequences but that are very less when I compare it with the joy and enrichment I get due to my this habit. Today, many people are my very good friends who were strangers at one point of time for me. And the association turned out to be extremely wonderful. Few days earlier, I was returning home by my company bus. It met with an accident and we got down. I went ahead, tried but wasn’t able to catch any BEST bus they were overloaded. Getting an auto rickshaw at the evening time is a Herculean task at this route and even if u manage to get one, the traffic is so horrible that you just keep cursing why the hell have you got this auto. Hence I decided to walk. Walking over 2 kilometers, I st

Colours are very beautiful and have various messages to display. There are certain things which does not possesses colour but have the ability to paint a person from head to toe that reflects their beauty in his actions. Colours of joy, compassion, love, departure, pain, attachment and then detachment makes the canvas of life full of new shades, turn out to be so miraculous that heart long to live those moments again and again. With the whistle of engine, his heart skipped a beat. Finally the time was over and he was leaving, not sure whether would be able to come back and cherish all those moments that had been occurred with him in the past five days. Only one wish prevails this time that if miracles do happen why not something as such happens which can take him back to those days. Few more moments of rejoice, his heart cries. But time is the only most powerful thing in this world. Everybody have to bow down to it. It rarely let human wants to be accomplished completely and when it co

It may sound cliché but love is in the air. Young hearts are ready to fly a new height with their beloved one, extremely busy in making the day memorable for every possible way of their reach. It feels nice to see a special charm on the faces of lovebirds. Girls are looking more beautiful and witty than ever. Streets are surrounded by red roses as if decorating the path of love, inviting everyone to enjoy the ride. This time, when I was coming back to Delhi from Mumbai, all alone in train flooded with tears for feeling like getting detached with the very integral part of my life. I love Mumbai. Crossing the railway station of borivali, I had the saddest look of Mumbai, full of garbage and stinking materials. I was wondering what I love about the city this much that has established this unbreakable strong bond between us. Overloaded local trains, crying traffic jams, extremely heavy monsoons or people running short of time. Despite all odds I miss the city a lot. I miss the air, I miss