Tuesday, June 28, 2016

You still don't know?

It was late evening. Twilight was bidding goodbye to its light. 

They were sipping black tea. Few cookies were left on the plate. Cookie, their cat, was eyeing them. 

They were talking about the first month of marriage that just flew by. How life had been a series of events and decisions that led them to themselves. About their past lessons and future hopes... 

It started to drizzle a bit. The coconut palms were swaying in the breeze. 

She shuffled into the kitchen and returned with a large bowl of pasta. She placed it beside him and proceeded to fill his bowl. Her wet hair, her scented body mingled with the delicate aroma of hot cheese, white sauce, and mushroom intoxicated him. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He inhaled again sharply. "It's awesome! If there is any heaven on earth, it's here, it's here, it's here!"

“Thank you. You are very kind,” she exclaimed. They laughed after tossing out all worries and cares in the wind that caressed her tresses.


There was a bit of love in the air. Like a feather, it settled on her nose. He touched her there. 

She turned red and blushed, "“Hmmm! It took you a while.”

He answered while devouring pasta, "I am sorry." He touched his heart and looked inside his inner chamber. "I wanted to know what is love. All over again. Freshly devour it just like this pasta!" 

She looked straight into his puppy dog eyes, "You still don't know?"
 
They ran into the dark night as fast as they could to get away from each other's eyes. From one dream into another.

Boon and curse

A poet's boon becomes a writer's curse. They pay a price for each other's deeds. Sometimes, peace of mind is the price you pay for brutal honesty.

Is it worth it? 

My answer is yes.

My letter to a young promising writer

Remember, a writer is not just writer. He/she is an observer of people and places and things. Of seasons and rains. Of loves and lovers. Of laughs and joys and tears. Of cats and dogs. He/she is a historian, seldom a judge, and an advocate sometimes. 

He/she experiences: fear, courage, love, and hatred. And all emotions in between.

He/she learns, unlearns, and relearns. 

He/she has opinions and reads well. He/she listens to all but keeps his/her eyes open. But most of all, he/she keeps an open heart and an open mind.

Keep imagining, keep observing, and keep writing.