I Miss You

TearsAs I write this post sitting in the solitude of my home, tears well up in my eyes and they are just unstoppable.

I miss you more than words can ever express…

I miss your smiling face…

I miss your loving hug…

I miss your cute cute face… your soft soft skin…

I miss your hand waving me good-byes…

I miss all those cozy moments spent hugging and kissing… Continue reading “I Miss You”

Bunny’s Special Day

I’ve been crazily drowned in work last few days. Even when I trudged to home, my poor laptop bore the brunt of fingers banging on it perpetually. It cringed and whinged but to no avail.

Today morning, enroute to office, around 8.15 AM IST, I received a text from Bunny that went like:
B: Sandy, JSK. Continue reading “Bunny’s Special Day”

Bunny Mania

Screen Shot 2017-05-19 at 5.05.01 PMIt all began with an email.

“Hello Sandeep, you probably don’t know me but I just joined Chennai Speakers Forum Toastmasters Club. I’ve been paired with you, we are co-editors and have to create a 75th meeting special newsletter. Btw, I’m ABC from so and so.”

I reverted “Hey, nice to hear from you. Can you write a few lines about yourself so that it breaks the ice. I’ll be back to Chennai next week and we can start working on it.Continue reading “Bunny Mania”

The Love of my Life – Part 2

I sit in front of the pyre with waves of fire lashing out at my face punctuated by the crackling sound of bones. A zillion emotions surface and submerge. Anger. Desperation. Piercing Pain. Guilt. Tears. A million ifs and buts spring and disappear. I hold my head in hands and try hard to free myself of all these but in vain. I wish the flames of fire would come and engulf me in its arms, uniting me with her forever. Together in life. Together after life. How ironical life is! The face i so often kissed, the soft cheeks I so often cupped – were being burnt by the very same hands that held it once. How cruel can life be! Gentle hands caress my shoulders. A voice told me ‘This is the very place where Lord Sri Krishna attained Moksha. Do not grieve, Son. She lived her life in full being loved by one and all and living to see her great-grandson. Pray for her Moksha, Son. Pray for her liberation. Peace’.
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The Love of my Life – Part 1

As I hurried across the hall to collect my bag and run to office, she waved her hands enthusiastically at me and smiled that smile. That smile, which would always brighten up my heart. That smile, which would fire up a zillion sparks of happiness within me. That smile which would pause me from running the rat race marathon. That smile which would conjure up Ganga and Yamuna of love flowing from my heart. That smile which radiated divinity and innocence. That smile which made me feel God had come to me in her form. I ran to hug her and my kiss meant for her cheek landed right on her lips – the kiss of love! Continue reading “The Love of my Life – Part 1”