Thoughts Archive!

Remember when you were this little kid performing a song/dance/elocution for the first time on the stage. The crowd in front of you was so huge and loud that it terrified 'the little you'. But somehow you did it. Because there were these handful of people perhaps in the backstage or behind the curtains or in the front row of the audience, to support you no matter what. They were there to help, to mouth the words when you forgot the next line of the song, to lift you up when you fell down in the middle of the dance, to show you the next dance move through gestures and actions, to set the stage and make sure that you are in the spot light. It was not just you performing, but they too did it all along. And slowly you forgot the crowd, you only saw him/her, doing these weird gestures with you. Thereupon, it was not a performance on stage, it was just a game to play. As simple as that. They made everything so easy; from overcoming that stage-fear to making the most difficu...

The memory tokens! These are fragments that hold nothing but the grace of my past; Like hyperlinks to an elapsed life. Each one comes with small bundles of memories! Memories wrapped in colored papers and satin ribbons, Embracing nostalgia of yesteryear,  Of people and places,  Of moments frozen in time. These are souvenirs that recall life itself; Perhaps a story half told or left unsaid. Or a bliss we dared not to tell anyone, For the fear of losing its beauty when shared. A travel that made our vision more clear. Or a group hug that gave more warmth than camp fires. A golden sunrise from seashore, Or a misty morning in the mountains. A hot cuppa masala tea from Hyderabad streets,  Or the routine strong coffee and 'kadi' from MSN/ Sanika. Or else the burger, french fries and sulaimani we used to have between 4.20 pm and 5.10 pm exact! A moonlit night on hostel roof, Or an ecstatic view of dawning hour from h...