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….? Advertisements

the wait…..

It just did not make sense.. Time seemed to drag on.. Looking forward to something was a way of life he was used to. This however, seemed different. He was visibly normal. But underneath there was a very turbulent current that unsettled him, constantly. Edgy, he was looking forward to the end of the week….

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 void….

Life went on.. Saturdays and mondays interchanged innumerable times, and each time they were different. There was however one that was a constant. A feeling of void. Of an absence. Absence of what, there wasnt a clue. But something was amiss. The days dint seem any different, although time seemed to roll by at a…

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…

a bit beyond……

At times, it is rewarding to go a trifle bit beyond what the tour guide book says, even if its a few steps…

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…

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​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…