Winning…

Winning is not everything, he taught his student. His job, was to inculcate the right morals in the tiny tots he was teaching.. What matters, is the participation and being noble even in defeat. The students were attentive, listening to every word of his. However, to him, he sounded hollow. He knew, what he told…

It is the journey…

Sometimes, the urge to get to the destinations is so overpowering, that it blinds us to the beauty that lies along the way… If only we made the time to just stop and stare; relish the journey, than rush along to the end; to unravel what it has in store would we realise how much…

…………..9

​He kept his distance, the curt responses guarding him from the persistence her sweet voice belied.. One such conversation, he found himself smilig to her words.  He knew he was in trouble.

Burning ’em bridges….

Tea shops had a way of soothing his nerves.. The combination of the acrid smoke, the aroma of the baked goodies and the random topics that wafted in the air had their way of distracting him.  One particular conversation however, caught his attention. I wonder when we ll get enough medals at any international sporting…

…..7

Walking along the unfamiliar streets of her town, he wondered if he would bump into her, even if it was just for a moment. A quiet voice within questioned, “are you prepared?”

Muse….

Her answer was always no. However much he tried to convince her, she d not have it. She dint want him to come down to her distant town just to meet her.  Staring at the distant mountain, he wondered if she would ever know that she was the reason he began to travel….

Hope… Courage… Life…

They said the place closed at 5! They said it got just too dark to be around thereafter. They said it was dangerous. They said it was the land’s end.  It sure seemed to be the land’s end. The canyon so vast and deep made a rumbling river sound no more than a meek trickle….

the dancing crystals they call ocean….

  The flaming orange ball that the sun was, shone brilliantly off the sparkling waters of the Arabian. The waves, creating a new pattern of shimmering crystals on the surf. The palms swaying to the humid breeze seemed to wave towards the distant horizon, the breeze ruffling the hair growing cooler by the moment, he…

The reason……

The day gradually draws to a close, the ever so slight itch makes its presence felt. You know its there in the back of your head, nagging you, eating away at you. From the inside. It seems to grow stronger every time there is an open road devoid of people. A road that leads to…

The Respite…..

The noise kept growing, within and all around. There was no blocking out the voices within the head. They only seemed to grow by the moment. That the voices were a result of the people around, the need of the moment was to stay away from everything and be ensconced in that ever elusive blissful…

The Wall…

Too scared to be heard, the only company that there was,  was that omnipresent being in his space. The only one that dint have to worry about breaking his privacy; the moments of peace. The only one he didn’t mind, the wall.    No clue why it was the way it was.. Maybe it was always…

….6

The thunder clapped all around a moment after the lightening lit up the valley below, the entire heavens playing on a high end stereo system. The aroma of the drops of the rain hitting soil seeped into the very soul. A sudden flicker and the lights went out.  A soft gasp remimnded him she was…