अंतर्नाद

-I- Maya was cleaning the tea vessels while Prabhakar was resting on the recliner. "And There Were None" was still in the book pile on her dusted desk. Curious, as always, he walked over the desk and started going through it's pages. After all it was the book over which they connected. Page through page he read, he could hear every other conversation they shared; every other argument they had. Pages grew old and they lost their touch; just like that . It was more than hard to catch over a cup of tea, for no specific reason at all. Still flipping through the pages, he saw a bookmark that read: Lately, it all has been a mess - a deep mess. Dishes - undone, wardrobe - unsorted, house - chaos. Time slipping by - with no explanation whatsoever. But still, whenever I looked back, I found you. Whenever I longed for someone to call my own, I talked with you. When I was struggling to blend in, you embraced me with wide arms. It...

These chilly winds, never take a moment to cease. Are like an open book, ready to read,  with some blanks,  ...to dot the I's and cross the T's. Find a purpose they seem to tell thee! Brave. Strong. Wild. And, somewhat lost. Don't they inspire us to follow our heart? Jovial. Mischievous. And, grand. Aren't they at their best when the sun is all set to meet the sand? Happiness. Grief. Sadness. Humor. And, anger. I wonder how can they somehow always manage to have a story to chant.

#Hangouts#Laughters#Life Conversations! They are so much fun. They make you feel alive and spirited. Those small talks, those caring words make you feel special, make you feel protected. In a single word, they are life! And the best part of them is that they never keep you lonely. Some of the best conversations make you drift into different ideas, various topics and altogether varied emotions; all this without the feeling of incomplete talks. There is a certain certainty in the switch of the subjects and it feels just so normal and so right. We feel like the talks are still incomplete, but then they are not. Unknowingly, they complete their purpose. Figuratively, they are all open ended talks, with not a definite answer or conclusion, just like some of those Agatha Christine's short stories! After an interesting talk, it all ends in a high point, a peaceful silence, from where we can pick up anytime for the next conversation, because they are fun, right?