I don't remember when I wrote this..sometime when I was back home in Gurgaon. Things have changed many fold... Yes, it is again me. Not with a poem, or a prose too for that matter but the mundane day to day stuff. Sometimes, it is so exciting to read or write or even watch a movie which has nothing special to it. Life as it continues, passing every second, with an invisible seconds hand giving a precise reading inside your mind has things to show and experiences to be made. Small events happening play such an important role as one traverses the destined path called life that it gets absolutely mind boggling to even think that they were important at all. Guess the cliche 'A man becomes a man not by greying hair but gaining experience' is after all true. In fact, most cliches seem to be true. I sit in this unforgiving heat in Gurgaon. It has reached a stage where a constant sweat in your head becomes an integral part of you. Sunday, it is. Almost noon. And thankfully, there i...
Trotting on, a regal symphony. Mighty yawn, teeth glowering ominously. That aberrated bark, are my Pug Marks!