The Moonstruck Mystique...

Its a warm summer morning.. and I'm spending it lazily reading Ruskin Bond. His stories and true life accounts have always been close to heart. It has the innocence of childhood, the inquisitiveness of an adolescent and the simplicity of a young man as he writes during the various stages of his life. His writing always evokes a feeling of nostalgia and romanticism in me. I imagine myself walking in the orchards at Dehradun enjoying life's simplest pleasures. It is like a dream-sequence. Warm outings, walks and bicycle rides in the garden, reading a book under a neem tree, watching the colourful butterflies fluttering over the pretty flowers going back to the bunglow to have lemonade and snacks in the evening. Where people have not a worry in the world.. people who live in tune with nature. It feels as though I've spent my vacations there.  I just love reading Ruskin Bond. I become a dreamer. I reach another world. An unpretentious, pure, austere world. P.S: I guess the ...

Wonder where you are dear friend.... More seasons have past since you left than the hours we had spent together. I don't think of you much for I have much else to think about. But think about you I do. When I hear a soulful melody... of a reminiscent past. When a feeling of nostalgia overcomes me.. In my moments of solitude. I think of the innocent conversations we had and the games we played; for a short while though it was. Just you and I. And our bright colourful world. And you had had to leave. And we parted not knowing what it meant. I don't know where you are. I don't even remember much about you. Not even enough to be able to find out. I don't know if you ever missed me in all these years. Or if you even thought about me once. But I will always keep you in my heart, my long lost friend. As a sweet tingling feeling at a corner of my heart. This special feeling is all mine. That I wouldn't share..not even with you. So special th...