FranKophone

किसीको मुक़म्मल जहाँ  नहीं मिलता , कहीं ज़मीन , तो कहीं आसमां  नहीं  मिलता । 2014 has arrived and five days have already gone by.  Gone with the cold wave it seems.  Last year was good. Two good holiday trips, a weekend trip to Mumbai, getting a first hand experience of  'corporate healthcare' (as an attendant) and the usual drama - that is how I can sum up 2013. Well, let bygones be bygones.  A fresh look towards future solves many problems. As if they never were.  My wish list for 2014 : Not this year :(  Done. Sometime in March. Done. Sometime in February. Will continue :) Last but not the least - She'll be with me in April and May. Rest of the months - fingers crossed ! I hope the important wishes will be granted sooner.  And wishing everyone in the universe an incredibly fulfilling year.    

  We had innumerable chance meetings ever since I was born. And always you made an impression. Of being the best I had ever seen. Some seven years ago, when I first came to live with you, it was quite an incident. Moving ( or even uprooting ) myself from a well-settled hometown life, I wanted to take a chance. With you. I wanted to grow with you. You were older and wiser. I was young, nubile and naïve. Wisdom is certainly not expected of normal teenagers. And me – someone who had dreams, ambitions, expectations, aspirations – a tad bit higher. Our first few days – adjustments, awesomeness and sometimes, utter helplessness – it all sounds so hilarious today. Then we kind of a liked each other. You began to grow on me. I had made tiny impressions on you. I ran alongwith you. I thought I could beat you. You weren’t the ultimate ( you still aren’t the one ) but a de tour , maybe for a couple of years.     You had other plans. Certainly. After the initial euphoria, came the ...

I have stayed in government accommodations ( read : government quarters ) for more than half of my life. And there are always Gulmohar trees around them. Come summer, their dazzling colours enamour, enchant and invite you. The other months of the year – they are just there. Deep green. Silent. Overlooking. At times majestic. .As a child I was fascinated by its buds. The sepals – beautiful green on the outside , glimmering magenta inside – very much like a woman. Calm demeanour on the exterior and a seething volcano inside. I used to put those utterly smooth things on my nails – like  claws. At times, I still do that. The bud opens….carrying  a bounty within it Waging battles with its pollen tubes fascinate me. At the peak of summers, these brightran oge flowers fall and the bloom is just everywhere ….. a  feast for the senses. The fruits disappoint me though. Green pods eventually turning dark . But I tend to ignore them. I love to walk on paths where these wonderfu...

Won’t forget you …. Won’t remember you either. Won’t forgive you.. Won’t accept yours either. Won’t touch you… Won’t let you be touched either. Won’t love you… Won’t hate you either. Just keep you hidden… And not let you wither.