Slice the pieces slowly and sprinkle the salt lovingly into the nooks and the corners, making sure every part is covered in salt. Rub each granule leisurely into the fibers...
The guy who said "Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans" was damn F- ing right!!
Wonder if he too was busy buying a crotch shield when a googly made its way to the place he was planning to cover!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Sometimes, an author just rambles on...
His words find meaning only when the harmony of his soul matches that of the reader...
Otherwise they are just mere words, juxtaposed to create a pleonasm.
As I prepare for the battle, a war wages within... so much is at stake, that Mahabharat's gamble would be put to shame.
But I have to carry on... if not for myself, for the guardian angels that I have around me.
This is my offering to them...
Monday, August 29, 2011
The beauty of music is that at any point in time, each soul in the entire universe will find atleast one song dedicated to it. The passion of the soul and the sorrow of the melody together set forth a harmony, a resonance that shrouds the entire life force into a warm blanket of love that gives birth to another melody… and the cycle begins once again…
It rained all night... She perched on her broken swing and listened to Anjan Dutta crooning her favorite melody. He sang the song of rains and broken hearts, silent tears and moments gone by... She listened like an obedient child... She rocked... he hummed... they both were separated in their wistful mournings... but the universe had other plans...