the flu……

A rather rough month at work was dragging along, the overcast grey skies of the monsoon not helping the general mood, casting an almost ominous shadow over his bright, cheery nature. Feeling a little low, he felt the change of seasons was having an effect… Many around seemed down with flu. A day off from…

Comfort zone….

One ordinary evening, he found that the usually comforting solitude seemed utterly alien…. The soothing warmth of the blissful silence was missing. In its place was a hollow that echoed with a vacant ring… For the first time in several years, he was out of his comfort zone.

Perspectives…

As the blade scythed through the sheet of air, someone unknown, looked up from the coast of the black sea wondering if they could get on that bird, escape into an unknown land that would promise so much for the morrow… escape from the chocolate brown hills that they ve been seeing forever, so much…

the protagonist…..

Life is to be enjoyed, relished. Worry was but utterly useless. All that mattered was the moment. All that had to be taken care of was already in the moment. Life should be lived like an eagle effortlessly riding a thermal wind. A sudden shrill noise broke the trance. Work beckoned. Lingering on the frozen…

the crests…….

Always scared of the water, surfers were an eternal source of intrigue… The nonchalance and the elan with which they rode the crests and troughs of those mammoth waves. A week later… Maybe those crests were easier….?

pointless ride….

The western sun shone quite bright, more so for a late September evening. This along with the angry black black clouds on the far eastern side ensure it was an agonizingly sultry evening. Pausing a moment to stare at the sky, he pulled on his jacket, a rather flimsy substitute for a proper riding jacket…

if only….

The excitement surged. Finally, he would soon be flying abroad, for work. The peer pressure that had slowly been finding its way into his nerves will bother him no more. His parents can be proud to declare that their son is headed abroad. The feverish pace at which the preparations were getting done got the…

the fork….

A mountain addict that he was, he found himself loving the ride along the coast despite the ever so alluring silhouette of mountains he could see not so far away. This however, was shortlived as he stopped at a fork. While one led to the mountains, the other would take him to the coast. How…

that moment……

He rushed home from school, his excitement reverberating through a bunch of parrots that set off from a nearby tree. Not once before does he remember being excited to get home. Today was a break in routine. The after-class football could wait, aimless chats at the ice cream shop were immaterial. He only wanted to…

The price……

Independance came to him at a price… There were days when he would yearn for that space he could call his own, decisions he could be proud to declare was his; for there was always people around him, seemingly intruding the sanctitiy of his space. Forcing their choices upon his. Then came a day, when…

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…