stranger. strange. stare.

The guy in his early 40’s on phone,’ please call the client and ask, if he is coming for the case. He was not there on the last hearing as well. And if he doesn't reply just drop him a message. And don’t forget to update the list of all the filed cases for the month.’ Next was the announcement,’ next station is New Delhi. Please keep left while de-boarding the train ‘. I was trying to take a small nap. But suddenly I heard,’ please call the client and ask, if he….’the same words I heard earlier, from the same guy. He repeated the same conversation, again. Without any error. A complete photocopy of his earlier conversation. It puzzled me. I stared at him from the corner of my eyes. He was busy recalling or reassuring himself that the thing he told the person on phone was right. He was completely taken away by the anxiety and restlessness. The work that had gulped him completely. It had made him an alien among the human masses. Such is a life. A strange one that makes you meet many strangers. Every now and then.  To demonstrate and give a teaching, of how to love and live your life to the fullest. 

un-touching story

Two childhood buddies. Grew up together. But gave space to each other, since their childhood. Which was enough to keep them apart, when they became adults. Now people question their space, when they see the wide gap between these two front teeth.  

A solitude nail on the wall

Someone might have nailed it,

To put up his evidence of accomplishment.

But, on second thought, would have left it,

Maybe, he wanted to explore some other place,

That would grab the eyeballs of the on-lookers.

Since then, it’s there, though, standing tall,

Among the crowded and successful nails on the wall.

Waiting for his own day, that will make him be the real star.

It believed, the patience always pays, and in this hope

With all pride, gathering all confidence, without any complaints,

He looked up and straight up the sky, to pray god,

To give him that day as soon as possible.

Finally, the day was here.

To applaud his struggle and to present him

The crown of victory.

A big crack on the wall, that made it fall,

From a great height to the greatest of stature.

It got three more nails to network with,

And a bigger and a classier wall with

A spotlight on its head.

A world renowned museum,

With a million dollar painting on the nail.

It celebrated its joie de vivre with his newly-found friends,

With regular spectators looking and appreciating the painting, indirectly to it.

Now, he is a rich nail, shining bright, heads high in pride.

A nail of worth.

Finally, nailed it.