Holidays

Winter chill; Deccan hills,

Ferry boat; hearts float,

Ice cold water;  pitter-patter,

Hot tea; content we,

Happy smiles; every mile.

 

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Lazy afternoons of winter

Except the 4 months of Summer, my city is always a little cold. It’s a fact to rejoice when compared to my hometown which is hot and humid most of the time in the year.Though, I’ll not admit it in front of others, I love staying in this city and one of the reasons is this pleasant weather.

It’s a sunny afternoon and I can see the sun bathing tar road from my French windows. I love it that I’m not part of the busy world right now. I curl up on my cozy sofa with a pair of cushions and enjoy the afternoon sounds. The babble of my daughter, the road grinding machinery, the reverse horn of a car, washing machines, dishwashers, the lazy buzz of the late afternoon.

I’m gonna miss these days.

The things I love or the childhood book

One of my favorite books in the childhood was about a little boy’s world through his eyes. When the book starts, the protagonist, Dennis tells us about the things he loves and hates.

I always wondered how can that be an interesting starting of a book? I don’t know the boy and I don’t care what he loves or hates. Yes, once I read his story, I was definitely his friend; but at the start I barely knew him to give a damn.

It’s interesting how we make new friends. Do we tell them in the first few meetings, the things we like or the traits we don’t like? I suppose, we learn these details along the way. And one day we realise that the mundane conversations have now turned to sharing thoughts which actually matter.

But I guess Dennis has his own way of making friends and it sure worked in my case. I liked the boy even though I couldn’t relate with his love or hate.

So much so that after so many years when I was thinking about the things I love, his little voice reminded me of the things he loves and the stories he told me through that book.

It’s worth to mention that I was lucky to read the book in my mother tongue; thanks to Soviet Union Raduga publishers. The English translation of the book has no charm and has lost the essence of the boy’s tales completely.

Road endings

It’s always sad when a good novel ends; regardless of the theme of the novel.

Through the reading process, we’ve a window open to look at the lives of the characters and suddenly with the ending, the window closes and we’re not privy to any more glimpses of the life of our favorite people.

It’s like losing a friend. Now come to think of it, that’s why people write fan fictions. To keep the characters alive and kicking.