Reflections

It's been ages since I travelled in a second class sleeper compartment of a train.When the tickets were booked I almost thought of cancelling my trip. The so- called luxury of closed doors and artificially cooled cabins were hard to let go. The lack of natural light and air was something that you paid for. I boarded the train to Pune on a cool July evening after a wait of two hours. The delay gave me just enough time to catch my breath after rushing against time for months on end.There was no school bus to run after, no cooking to cater to, no PPTs to be sent across and no schedules to be prepared for 8 1/2 trainers. I was left alone and that felt divine. Waiting for the train I finished a 100 odd page novel by Padmarajan, one that I had wanted to read for so long.The train arrived and after I settled down, it struck me that I could breathe freely. The windows were left open and the feel of fresh air on my skin was exhilarating.There was a cool yet wet breeze all along and as I bad...

Let me remain your Muse and you my beloved Artist Fly high on my wings; my wings brushed with the choicest of treasures- abundance of love, plenty of inspiration and imagination galore You and I are not to be bound by shackles of permanency We would lose our magic, if it were to be so Spirits moulded, souls in unison we yet remain free; free to explore and grow richer together At the tap of your thought on the pane of my window I'd come rushing to your side And fill your palate with the best of my colours The world would gush and stand in awe at your creation Bursting with pride and filled with love, I'd quietly slip out of your gentle embrace and wait at my abode, till our thoughts meet again