Sunday, 16 September 2012


              As though descending from heaven, she moved down with grace
         sharing and shattering, she spilled herself.
         She was welcomed by the waves and storm, the thirsty Earth getting quenched
         She trickled down in pride from a withered leaf and mingled with the dew on a smiling flower,
         them settled like a pearl on the lips of a girl.
         Alas! she was the rain from clouds as a tear, with flawless beauty crystal clear !!

           The girl smelled potted plants sitting by the window, plants seemed merry with the rain seeping into the mud. At a distance she observed a boy making paper boats for his little sister. Every boat she floated on the water moved slow and steady. Her brother handed over a bigger pink boat made of card paper to her it was real, tough and going to make its way over a long distance.He built a smaller blue boat for himself .

 She seemed extremely happy to own a bigger boat compared to his. They were now making their boats ready for a competition, they let the boats next to each other, they sat back and began to watch as to whose boat would win the marathon.  The girl giggled raising her eyebrows at her brother as her boat went faster than his. Gradually her smiles melted into a grin as the blue boat overtook her's. Noticing tears in his sisters little eyes her brother paced fast towards his boat and destroyed it, it was now a piece of paper into shreds!
Laughing the girl ran to her pink boat and splashed water with her little feet, drowning it. They played splashing water onto each other, drenching in the rain. On hearing their mother call out to them they walked homewards hand in hand. Thus ended their race in the rain :)


Wednesday, 12 September 2012

In LUV with the city @ 6 pm

      Weeks went by as I looked forward to the weekends , other days couldn't be easily differentiated as they moved with the same monotony. Nothing really kept my days enjoyable except for the evenings where I rush back from work and carry coffee up to the terrace and sip it wile watching the city lighten into dusk.

     I got introduced to the city few years ago, when I had come down to pursue my graduation. A lot has changed since then - new flyovers, bigger constructions, better  places to hangout, more traffic to compliment its better roads, brimming with people from different states.The real flavor of the city being its ethnicity - its food, festivals and the terrific lingo. To me it just remained pretty and perfect with forgivable flaws!
Unlike other Indian cities, every small restaurant here serves appetizing biryani. I have heard many people complain about the so called biryani restaurants in other states surprise them with.
Every lane and by-lane here hosts a small temple of one Goddess or another. I once happen to come across 16 such temples in a distance of about 7 kms, the rickshaw driver kept looking out and making a silent prayer as we crossed them.

    Hyderabad would continue to welcome people with its beautiful monuments portraying history, lovable Irani chai and flavorsome food, glittering nights during festivals. It has only been getting younger by the day!
On hearing Namaz being recited , I brought my thoughts back, I could then, feel peace in this prayer too... awakening the true spirit of the city!
    Night dropped like a veil over its pretty face, with every appearing star it grew darker , with lights shining to brighten its beauty, mesmerized, I looked forward for it to unveil opening up to a brighter tomorrow , to welcome people with dreams,warm memories and lasting success.