I forgot to say , Thank You!

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The night was new. I walked out of the air conditioned hotel lobby. A blast of hot air caught my face.The air was annoyingly warm. I ran a hand through my hair as I waited admist the shimmering lights of Chennai's traffic for an auto. Chennai - the city where you get ripped by the autowallah's, fried by the sun and interrogated by foriegners. But I was happy. The interrogation was a success and I had been granted a Visa to the USA.

I paid the auto wallah 80 rupees for a 50 Rs. ride and finally arrived at the train station. I found him at the station waiting for me. We had a lot of laughs and shared the latest gossip of old batch mates from college.The clock tower at the station seemed not amused at our happiness. It didn't even bother to stop time for us. We parted again, sure that the next meeting was a long time to come.At the stroke of 10 the train started moving. Just half an hour late of schedule.

I located my berth in the three tier AC compartment. God was Cruel. No girls, again !!

I shared space with two guys and an elderly couple. One of the guys was a software engineer, I guessed as I saw the laptop bag. The other guy started a conversation with me. He was a soldier going to Bangalore for NSG commando training. We had a small talk going till he got a call from home. I couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation. It was about how thin he had gotten for his pants, how tall his sister had got and about the dinner they were having. I dusted up old memories off cobwebs and laid them before me. Nowadays I run out of topics to talk to mom, the only topic is how much my pant size had increased owing to the software belly.

I noticed the old lady in front of me smiling as well. What would she have been thinking? The calls from her son who is a soul lost software engineer in Bangalore now? I don't know. I didn't ask. I just know we were both glad to have eavesdropped on the conversation.

I don't know what could have made me pay attention to the two uninteresting old people before me. It was some kind of a strong passion they had that made me look up with curiosity. A few minutes of watching them and I felt I had seen magic. That was the most grateful moment I had that day, this year or may be in years to come. It made me change my perspective. I watched the old man as he gently prepared the bed for his wife, folding the blanket at the edges so that she wouldn't feel the cold. He took out her medicines and gave her water. He took out her sandals from beneath the berth. He did everything for her and she didn't even need to utter a word during the course of that very long 10 minutes. I was amazed. I wanted to feel what it would feel like to be the old man. How it would feel to grow old together. To experience the happiness and affection he is enjoying. It made me want to live that long; one thought I had dismissed long ago. I used to think I wouldn't want to see myself old. That 10 minutes had changed everything.

The night had grown old. A blast of cold air struck me from the vent above as I lay down to sleep. Some moments which made me smile. Some, I won't forget for a long time.

link : read about kittu's experience on train. some people have all the luck.

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The Sound Of Rain

[Cafe Writing March April Project : http://www.cafewriting.com/2009/03/marchapril-2009-project-in-the-garden/

Option One : Poetry

Weather means more when you have a garden. There’s nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans.

~Marcelene Cox

Using the quotation above as your inspiration, write a poem (any form is fine) about weather meaning more.]

[Photo By : wGGta on Flickr]

Splattery Splat Splattery Spalt,

The rain drops drummed on the window pane.

The sun and clouds in mortal fight,

No Longer scorched the soil remains.

Croakery Croak Croakery Croak,

the big green frog in my garden cries.

Pussycat dear from his noon nap woke,

the time is here to mince more mice.

Rickety Rock Rickety rock,

Under my burden the wooden chair grunts.

And a mug of cream and coffee thick,

Would you wish or anymore want?

Screakery Squeak Screakery Squeak,

I hear the hinge on the farmhouse door.

A howling wind unabated seeks

To devour the silent summer whole.

Hootery Hoot Hootery Hoot,

the brown old barn owl chides.

Oh!! Now I remember I have to glue,

The leak in the barn where he hides.

Splat,Croak,Rock ,Squeak and hoot,

together they play a lovely band,

A tune which soothes

A tune with life
A tune of joy with hope unbound.

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Pic of the Month - March 2009

This was taken in Bylekuppe [WIKI]

It  is the second largest Tibetan settlement outside Tibet.

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Wish Upon A Falling Star

[This lovely piece of art is by Julianne . See it on Flickr]

I wish i could see her every night,

Every day in every sight.
So stare, and stare would I,
Eyes fixed on a cloudless sky.

I wish that she would dance,

She would fly in a graceful stance.

A silky gown she would wear,

And give the sky a shiny scar to bear.

I wish i could hold her hands,

Hold her close and hold her tight,

Embrace her into a lovely waltz,

Which would even the heavens exalt.

I wish I could survive,

Could dream and could stay alive,

In hope of the day I would unite

With my ever eluding woman of light.

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I am sure most of you haven't any clue as to what i am rhyming about.

The story goes like this. I have never seen a falling star in my life (so uncool, i KNOW!!). This attempt at a poem is for the lady of my life whoever she might be and wherever she might be, because I haven't seen her either. So I thought it might be appropriate to compare her with a falling star, neither of whom have met in my life. And I wish upon a falling star (some star ought to be falling at some place!! :) ) that I the day I see a falling star, its a sign that I meet my lady as well. So, please do pray that I do see a falling star. I am in no hurry, so you can take your time to include it in the list of things that you will be asking God.

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[see this awesome pic by Sandeep.]

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