" I heared that voice that day,
And i ran out to have the glimse of her,
I saw an empty street but i gathered,
The scent of her shadow,that i gathered".

Paharganj a place where i witnessed the time when i felt so touched by love.I left faridabad,I left my friends,my college and i left my angel.She is an angel for me she will always be the one.I remember the day when i first saw her in pink.I was never the same after that,I felt for the first time that i will miss my life if i miss her.
She looked immensely beautiful,every eye that laid its sight on her discovered a new color,a new definition of the word splendiferous.I was mesmerized for once and for all.It was amazing,i chased her all around.I was spell-bind.I am sure she doesn't know black-magic but her hypnotic charm is as strong as any magical trance.I was in love with her comprehensiveness but by now i became an admirer of her beauty also.I never dared to write about her because how hard i try i am always short of expressing my feelings for her.

During my days at paharganj away from her.with every passing piece of time i fell in love with her over and over again.i missed her to my depths and i dreamt.
Once we were both on the white snow bathed hills.She always told me she has never been to hills.So in that dream i decided to take her with me to the exquisite valley.So that i can see and enjoy all her colors i painted the backdrop in white.She blossomed like a tulip flower of early morning and she blossomed.She smiled and with her smiled the trees,smiled the few patches of green,smiled the smoke from the distant hill.i savoured the moment and its there with me for always.She gave me a dream and more than a dream she gave me a moment forever.
" Oh the beauty of heaven's,
The time waits for you,
You intrigue the dark,
The moon feels facinated,
Oh the beauty of heaven's,
Touch me once again."

Mystical Winter

Winter 2005 was chilling cold upto my likings.I felt like i was in my own kingdom.Kingdom full of mist,cold winds,fresh morning dew (wallah it was so much my weather,the one god created especially for me).
When i talk about cold it will be of least sense not to mention Thithurta(Shivering) Babloo(its a name).His name so much symbolizes his build. Babloo similar to Bamboo (Tall and thin).I admit in my life i haven't seen a two legged creature like him.Being a Man(big doubt) who hails from the land of cold waters (Haridwar) ,he was gutsy enough to keep fan moving even at 2-3 degrees and Funny enough to scare his ghosts at the sight of a bucket full of water.Sharing bed with him was as torturous as eating raw bread with frooti in breakfast.
About me ,I was on my own,washing clothes all by myself and i loved it.Facing the icey cool water at 11'oclock at night it was magical for me and tragical for neighbours with all the noice i caused. Did i tell you how much i like to be a pain in the ass.
Pain in the ass hah it makes me remember Gattu(Ginni my little brother) version of pain in the ass for me.He came into the territory and first thing he did was to show me the wayout of my cozy nest.I had to take refuge upstairs .... but what a blessing in disguise with all the shattered windows it was much colder in this new room hoooo lovely. Everyday i rose with morning sun to see the beautiful doll in the balcony opposite to my ruins.With the face of an angel(oh i haven't seen one but nobody has so noone can counter question me here).So with a face of an angel she looked marvellous in traditional indian wear.With the cold morning singing its chants, and sight of her rubbing palms to manage some heat was a perfect start of a day for me.SSSSSHHHHH hmmmmm sorry i went down into the memory lanes.
Ding Ding Ding oh chutki bhua there she goes breaking the magical spell.She never misses a chance.Oh you want me to tell a little about her well there nothing little about her ...will come to her later because for now i have to go downstairs and get ready.Ii don't want chutki dynamite to burry me down. Hannji Bhuaji here i come .....

Rain Drops In My Veranda

"I thought Rose would Die,

Tulip will turn dry,

Amaryllis...who will listen to its Cries,

Just when there was no end to their pain....

It Rained."

In the middle of restless,clueless and Rush Hour Struck Delhi.I found this place , a mirage may be what this place may seem to you but it really exists.

I was a guest,atleast that was what i thought,Soon to be engulfed within the surroundings of that world.Just a few yards away from one of the busy most Railway Station,Yards away from colourful yet dark market of Paharganj there stands the Mumtaz Buliding.May be the name symbolizes the love in its truest sense but place is the one where no Shah Jahan can see no Taj Mahal.

I took the small vent to meet my new nest.On the treshhold i met the Kallu Dhobi.The Iron in his hand looked bigger than him(Just like a Bazzoka it seemed).But he was swaying it like a piece of plastic. Unaware of the fact that now i would be quite a regular site for him he decided to ignore me for the time. I have to admit that i was to encounter the tiniest dynamite will ever known to human race (Chutki Bhua) . She was the one who will take the space of careof in my new mailing address.

There i stood with my blue bag,

Waiting for the response of the knock on the door......

and door opened....