दोन प्रकारची माणसं शांत झोपतात. एक ज्यांना स्वप्नच पडत नाहीत अन एक ज्यांची स्वप्नं पूर्ण होतात. माझ्यासारखे काही अर्धवट झोपेत, उठ्ल्या क्षणाला रागात जागे होत, स्वप्नांची भुतं मानगुटीवर नेतात. कधी वाटतं स्वप्नांना आयुष्य आहे. कधी वाटतं आयुष्य हेच स्वप्न आहे! जाग यावी,निसटून जावं.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Transitions..

Last night, i dont know after how many years, i fell asleep on Nani's bed.. while listening to her never ending stories..like old times...

And now she has one more story to tell..

how she wished me sweet dreams, covering me with her old saree cum blanket..
while i kept telling her..

solah no se admission ka form leke aao...
char admissions hue hain..
sister pint badlo...
and god knows what :)

Life has become so transitory.. i dont feel, at home, even at home...

In the morning, i was in A'bad taking rounds, engulfed in ward work..

Noon, i was at the airport to bid adieu to my love..off to The land of Dragons...

I saw the inauspicious moon of Ganesh chaturthi, strolling down memory lane...

My birth place...my school,..friend's places..alleys, shortcuts, forbidden compounds...

haunted patches... once rushed past...

Ran into old gal pal...she was such a tom boy....like me...

we did well.. growing up.. :)

Back to bed, weary from all the nostalgia...

as i pretended to listen to my grandmother,

i was thinking about the little girl, who kept switching homes and dreams , settling and unsettling...

and about what he wrote to me...amid thousand other splendid things...

that,  the opposite of love is not hate, it's  indifference.

There are so many people, places..memories that we grow indifferent to...

as we keep transiting...

even to self ...

If only, we were to choose

the pain instead of comforts of indifference...

unbearable distances , which breed gravity...










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