Shoes, Sandals and school of thought behind
A question I have been pondering over quite some time now and heaven knows, I can’t seem to find a plausible answer to that question. Before I table that question, let me put forth to everyone’s notice that this article is purely to be taken in light hearted manner. I don’t want people reading this and then sending me PM’s saying that article was chauvinistic and blah blah…..there is no room for all those perspective words. It’s just question and I want help to find an answer to that question.

Have you heard about the saying “Best shoe is one, which fits you best and that’s the one you should stick with”? Never mind, if you haven’t heard it, I just made that up. My point here is that lately I have come across few interesting people in my life who either seem to find quite many shoes that fit them and hence buy quite many or can’t seem to find any shoe that fits them well and hence keep on buying in search for the perfect one.
This strange phenomenon has appalled me, and it’s not that I didn’t ask them about such generous deeds towards boot makers but their rationale has never convinced me to the core of my heart. So, I call upon you people for help to help me understand it.

Now just for information, in my whole life up till now, I haven’t owned more than 35 pair of shoes, max 40 but definitely not more than that and these people I am talking about and who let me stress are very beautiful people, currently own on an average amongst them 80 pairs of shoes. Whooooaaa!!

Before you follow with the same expression as above, let me tell you its average among just four people. So, please verify the facts with other people as well, but let me tell you the numbers are not going to vary much amongst girl’s give and take 10. So, my question is “what’s the urge that drives them to buy shoes and sandals in such copious amounts?”.
It’s not like shoe making industry is facing a holocaust or as if shoe economy is to face an eminent credit crunch like automotive or banking industry across the world is currently facing. From what I have seen, one of them would need a warehouse to store all her shoes.

I could go on and on but you see that’s no way o look at things, I am sure there’s a explanation behind and I am looking for it. Now, hold on since we are here me writing it and you reading it. I also want to understand the intrigue that lies behind the designs that are picked up by them. Unfortunately, I only have one sample to put in along but I can surely describe a few that have caught my imagination or inquisitiveness. The one you can see is a floral pink one, very pretty I must say but don’t you think they would go better on flip flops that should be worn at some sunny beaches. The second one that comes to my mind is the golden belly with a beaded bow at the tip, now that an interesting design as well. First of all its golden, second of all it has bow , which we all know isn’t supposed to be worn there and third of all its beaded. People what happened to good old prom tuxedos. [:P]

Oh! I recall another interesting one as well. It was one which a very thin kind of just inner sole with a thin sole and thin leather straps that went up to knee lengths. Very eye catching but shouldn’t they are like late by 1000 years and suit in Greek times. Oh and here comes jogging back a white one as well with a pink flower and white bead in the middle. Oh! Pretty Barbie doll like shoe and no wonder she looked like one. Well there are more that come back as I recall and when as the people who wore them come back to my mind as well, I think I have my answer as to why they bought all those shoes and sandals. It’s probably the habit of going into details of everything, to make sure that everything matches and compliments every other thing they wear. It’s probably that they are more organized than I am. It’s probably to make sure that they are on the same page as everything that’s in discussion. Its probably they care more about themselves than I do.

I guess I should learn something’s from them, to get into more details, to get a bit more organized and to be choosier about my selection, though I still think bow belle shoe was silly. :P

Anyway, I would now thank my four friends JK,SK,KC and SD for all their help. You people are pretty good at shoe selection. No Kiddin.

Random....

I float around aimlessly to the paths that we used to tread.
I think about the good times that we spent.
I feel strong about the faith that we carried.
I feel dedication about the care that we nurtured.

Now,
I feel heaviness in the air around.
I feel loss of an ally, a support.
I feel my movements are chained.
I feel the drag that is weighing heavy.

I look back and I try to find my fault, for no one is perfect.
I look back at the good times that are cherished, for they still nurture hope.
I look back to the endless coffees, for they provided endless discussions.
I look back to those sallies, for they showed us it wasn’t all-dumb.

I wish for that faith and friendship
I wish for that care and concern
To last for centuries………

Lived by her…

He was devoid of his basic needs. He could do without food, water, clothes or anything that to a common man was necessary, but as they say no one is fully independent. He was dependent too, dependent on her and it was not just her, he was dependent on her fragrance, her touch, her voice, her love, her support. He loved everything about her, even her tantrums were amusing to him. Her wishes small or big, reasonable or unreasonable were his small- big ambitions. Buying her gifts had become his favorite hobby. He had started to love shopping and she has started to love sports. He was so used to her being around. Fragrance of her hair, delicate aroma wafting around the room. His eyes always appeared mesmerized, and everyone knew the reason, he had been taking in too much of that sweet lavender fragrance of her. He was stoned by that scent.

He could be calmed just by her touch. Her smoothness was unmistakable, satin couldn’t hoodwink him. Her touch was his constant companion calming him, soothing him. Her voice was a song; He heard it for hours but couldn’t get enough of it. The canary was no competition to her. Well, the voice wasn’t sweet all the time for sure but yeah! It was lovely always.

He was used to walking with his arms around her, anyone watching could not tell who was supporting who but they both knew each of them was supporting the other, for they both knew they missed a part of themselves when they were not around each other. They shared everything together, all joys, all sorrows, all joys, all troubles, all successes, and all failures. Calls, SMS’s, mails….whatever the means they were always there for each other.

They lived on each other. Feasting on their love for each other and thriving on it. They were perfect when they were together. They felt the need to be together and to hold each other. If there was passion or magic anywhere, it was their love that was the existing proof. They drank by each other.

Well, most of what they shared is inexplicable, it was magical and passionate. As time flew by no one noticed and before he could know it was over. Gone without a trace…… and he was clueless as to what had happened. He tried to salvage, whatever was left but it all slipped away. The more he tried to hold on to it, more it slipped and was lost, like sand…..it slipped away.

It’s true he was dependent on her and when it all slipped away; everyone said that he would learn to live without her and all this living by her crap would go away. Well, to admit the truth, he did learn to live without her, but where everyone went wrong was when they said he would stop living by her, that my friends never happened. He lived by her memories and his imagination. Call these hallucinations or his imaginations but yes, he has been with her since then…call him a fool because he never stopped living by her.

Three musketeers and Espresso Crema Shakerato

Let’s refresh the history so that you can relate to phrase “Coffee Jinx broken”. Every time I have tried something new or different at a coffee shop, my experience has been hugely disappointing.

Though this time around my experience has been overwhelmingly euphonic and the credit goes to Espresso Crema Shakerato. Served in Martini glasses at Barista’s crème outlets, is this seasons “Must haves”. A layer of cold milk cream over iced Italian coffee frothed in a shaker gives an incredible feel with mouth full of coffee and milk. The catch to enjoy the drink is the technique behind drinking it. One doesn’t have to drink it like one has cappuccino, since it’s served in layers in glass. Bottom layer has the iced coffee and above it is the frothed milk, so way to go is that you have to take mouth full’s in every swill, make sure that you hold the milk in your mouth and keep tilting the glass till you have iced coffee in your mouth. Tongue experiences three multifarious tastes at the same time: milk/ coffee-milk/ iced coffee.

I am sure I haven’t done justice with words to the taste, so, you might want to try it out yourselves.

I have gone into so much detail while explaining how to drink because without the technique the drink would just taste bland as it did to Khushboor, Who couldn’t understand why I and Kamlavatti were savoring it so much. Well, we tried to teach him the trick but to no avail, he managed the task but by that time the drink was so wasted only froth and coffee was left and Martini glasses don’t hold much. Never the less drink is perfect to beat the heat.

If you are going to try the drink, you might as well try my second recommendation which is to try Barista crème outlet at Khan Market, Go for the second floor open air seating. It’s pretty soothing and relaxing though you might find some tobacco smoke wafting up to you as it’s a smoking zone but even then place is worth it. Pick a cool day or try it out in evening after sunset. Allow me to support my recommendation, Kamlavatti is a food junkie and would eat anything anytime, but astonishingly Kamlavatti was ready to for go her dinner so that she could sit there and tittle-tattle. Can’t blame her, place is enticing. I usually prefer Café coffee day over Barista but I would gladly pick Barista Khan Market outlet over CCD just for that second floor seating.

That reminds me; while you are there keep you volume in check because it’s pretty easy to listen to conversation on the table next to you. I agree it’s morally and ethically wrong but then who can resist if two girls on the table next to you are blabbing about their high school type problems with their boy friends. I and Kamlavatti couldn’t stop ourselves from commenting while Khushboor frowned at our behavior, He was just getting jumpy and trying to act mature, But he has to admit he was having fun listening to them because he was the first one to notice when their inflated tones took a dive.

I am pretty sure we would like to go there again and hopefully this time around Khushboor would enjoy Espresso Crema Shakerato as well. Cheers!!

Wednesday : Redefining the art of making movies.

A man looking down from a high rise desolate roof top trying to figure out chasm below which keeps on widening and deepening and he realizes that city of his dreams is going to submerge under the pressure of inefficiency and spirit of system to fight back crime.

This man is Naseeruddin Shah who gave a scintillating performance in “Wednesday”.

To match up to his intimidating best performance, Anupam kher has once again proved that when it comes to films it’s not the footage minutes that count. It’s about the savoir faire with which you delve into the character and bring it to life.

NS plays the role of a common man who is tired, deserted and shattered by the events and miss-happenings in his city and after some soul searching decides to vent his frustration on security agencies of the state through a plan.

Plot starts from Anupam Kher’s office who is Mumbai’s top cop. He receives a call from a anonymous caller who warns him to pander to his wishes on the leverage that 5 live bombs have been planted in Mumbai which will blow up at 6 in evening. Anupam Kher plays the role with a panache that keeps you glued to the screens. Both renowned artists have outdone themselves to bring out the message in the story and the plight of common man.

It’s not one of those gruesome flicks with grey shades but a thriller and suspense flick with a message that “The power of one is the power to do anything”. Movie depicts how common man gets affected every time an accident takes place. How common man bears the burnt patiently until one day he is no longer top face himself in mirror and decides to take things in hand.

Jimmy Shergill who plays an ATS officer also does a great justice to his role. I wouldn’t want to reveal the plot and kill the whole surprise. Unquestioningly this movie is worth much more it’s dough. For a change our bollywood is moving to non masala movies without idiotic, blaring melodies which hold no meaning. Watch the movie!!

Madhushaalaa - An inspiration to move ahead

It's kind of a spell or an enchantment that's placed over me, which I can't seem to ward off, how much I try to restrain myself from humming or swaying whenever i listen to "Madhushaalaa", I can't do it.

A poem by Mr. Hariwansh Rai Bachan which, I read first read around 12 years back and since then I have developed a love for verses written bt Mr. Bachan.
I ain't a poet who understands the technical details of poetry and it's intricacies. So, I won't be able to pass any judgment on how the verses have been framed.
Whether they have been stringed lyrically or not. Whether the tones are appropriate or not. I ain't a judge or critic.

After having said that, I still have my "freedom of expression" which has been granted to me by my country's constitution under fundamental rights. So, using this freedom of expression, I am going to put forth what I feel about this piece of work sparing the technicalities involved in writing a poem.

i would have read 100 odd poems and their lucid descriptions or explanations while I was in my high school, out of all those 100 odd poems, there is only one I can clearly recall. "Madhushaalaa", This poem conveys a message which always urges me to look ahead, to move on, to begin afresh, not to lament upon what is lost. Mr. Bachan has brilliantly used "Madhushaalaa" (Bar) as metaphor to convey, life is always led by the attitude one has about life. One has to be a optimist and has to look forward and let go off the past. His creativity is commendable, considering the fact that he used liquor as the stick to inspire people. True, he faced criticism for using liquor but then time tells a different tale, his creation is still alive and is immortal. Contrary to the argument put up by many critics about the poem when it was first narrated that it could lead people into habitual drinking, this poem has done the opposite. I love every verse this poem. I have few favorite stanzas below these stanzas were chosen for the audio cassette by Manna Dey in which the first one was sung by Harivansh Rai himself.

Complete composition can be read at the following link.
http://manaskriti.com/kaavyaalaya/mdhshla.stm

Amitabh Bachan his son has recited few verses which can be found at link below.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FO_2Ypeq6KM&feature=related

Stanzas:

madiraalay jaane ko ghar se, chaltaa hae peene waalaa
kis path se jaaoon asamanjas, mein hae woh bholaabhaalaa
alag alag path batalaate sab, par maen yeh batalaataa
hun raah pakad tu eka chalaachal, paa jaa aega madhushaalaa

sun kalkal chhalchhal, madhughat se girti, praanon mein haalaa
sun runjhun runjhun jal vitaran, karti madhusati baalaa
bas aa ponhche door nahin kutchh, chaar kadam ab chalna
hae behak rahe sun peene waale, mehak rahi le madhushaalaa

lal sura si dhaar lapatetee, keh na ise dena jwalaa
Yeh nil madira hae mat isko, keh dena ur ka chhaalaa
dard nashaa hae is madira ka, vigat smrutiyan saaqi hein
peeda mein aanand jise ho, aaey meri MADHUSHAALAA

dharm granth sab jalaa chuki hein, jiske bheetar ki jwalaa
mandir, masjid, girje sab kuchh, toade chuka jo matwaalaa
pandit, momin, padariyon ke, phandon ko jo kaat chuka
kar sakti hae aaj usi ka, swaagat meri MADHUSHAALAA

Laalaa in adharon se jisne, haay nahein choomi haalaa
harshit kampit kar se jisne, haay na chhuwaa madhu ka pyaalaa
haath pakad lajjit saaqi ka, paas nahein jisne kheenchaa
vyarth sukhaa daali jeevan ki, usne madhumaya MADHUSHAALAA.

bane pujaari premi saaqi, gangaajal pawan haalaa
rahe pherata avirat gati se, madhu ke pyaalon ki maalaa
aur liye jaa, aur piye jaa, isi mantra ka jaap kare
maen Shiv ki pratimaa ban baethun, mandir ho yeh MADHUSHAALAA.

aek baras mein aek baar hi jalti holi ki jwaalaa
aek bar hi lagti baazi, jagti deepon ki maalaa
duniya waalo kintu kisi din, aa madiraalaya mein dekho
din ko holi raat diwali, roze manati MADHUSHAALAA.

adharon par ho koee bhi ras, jiwha par lagti haalaa
han jag ho koee haathon mein, lagta rakkha hae pyaalaa
har surat saaqi ki surat, mein parivartit ho jaati
aankhon ke aage ho kuchh bhi, aankhon mein hae MADHUSHAALAA.

sumukhi tumhara sundar mukh hi, mujh ko kanchan kaa pyaalaa
chhalak rahi hae, jisme, maNik roop madhur maadak haalaa
maen hi saaqi banta maen hi, peene waala banta hun
jahan kahin mil baethe ham tum, vahin gaee ho MADHUSHAALAA

do din hee madhu mujhe pilaa kar, oob uthi saaqi baalaa
bhar kar ab khiska daetee hae, woh merae aage pyaalaa
naaz-o-adaa andaazon se ab, haae pilaanaa door huwaa
ab to kar detee hae kewal, farz-adaaee MADHUSHAALAA

chhote se jeevan mein kitnaa, pyaar karoon, pee loon haalaa
aane ke hi saath jagat mein, kahlaayaa jaane waalaa
swaagat ke hi saath bidaa ki, hoatee dekhee tayyaari
band lagee hone khulate hi, maeri jeevan MADHUSHAALAA.

shaant saki ho kab tak saaqi, pee kar kis ur ki jwaalaa
aur aur ki raTan lagaataa, jaataa har peene waalaa
kitni ichchhaaen, har jaane waalaa chhod yahan jaataa
kitne armaanon ki ban kar, qabra khadee hae MADHUSHAALAA.

Yam aaegaa saaqi ban kar, saath liye kaali haalaa
pee na hoash mein phir aaegaa, sura visudh yah matwaalaa
yah antim behoashi, antim saaqi, antim pyaala hae
pathik pyaar se peena isko, phir na milaegi MADHUSHAALAA.

girti jaati hae din prati-din, praNayani praNon ki haalaa
bhagna huwa jaata din prati-din, shubhage mera tan pyaala
rooTh raha hae mujhse roopasi, din din yauwan ka saaqi
sookh rahi hae din din sundari, meri jeevan MADHUSHAALAA.

maere adharon par ho antim, vastu na tulsidal pyaalaa
maeri jiwha par ho antim, vastu na gangaajal haalaa
maere shav ke peechhe chalne waalo, yaad ise rakhnaa
Ram naam hae satya na kehnaa, kehnaa sachchee MADHUSHAALAA

maere shav par vah roae ho, jiske aansoo mein haalaa
aah bhare voh ho jo surbhit, madiraa pee kar matwaalaa
daen mujhko ve kandha jinke, pag-mag-dag-mag hoate hoan
aur jaloon us Thaor jahan par, kabhi rahi ho MADHUSHAALAA

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Euro2008

I have got my eyes on you

Amy: Jack's dream come true

Engineering days, most of guys would relate those days to girl sabbatical days. When every day started with a hope that today would be the lucky day and one will be able to catch a glimpse of that gorgeous girl who computer science department. Mostly days don’t turn out to be lucky and they turn out to be hard when you spot that girl you adore with every part of you with that chimp from her class, smiling away in between lectures. Felling of getting a ‘suplli’ in all subjects in a semester can be handled but watching her on bike with somebody else simply rips your hear apart. Well, the story is same in every engineering college with girls being outnumbered one on ten; life gets hard almost for every guy.

This tale that I am about to narrate is about a guy who’s great at being with girls, one of those guys who share an instant rapport with opposite sex. He is the type whose social circle extends from first year girls to fourth year girls. His reputation of a nice guy seems to waft to every corner in campus. You can spot him in college lawns with some girl explaining her four equations of electromagnetic theory.

Contrary to all expectations this guy fell in for a prank by his friends, for reference sake let’s call this guy Jack. So, our Jack really knew his stuff and we (I, babla, nilpa and budha) doubted that he would fall for the set up, but as we found out it was not that tough probably because the guy got over confident about his capabilities and charm. He would soon discover that internet is not what it appears and sometimes online dating can make you put your exceptionally large foot in your mouth.

So the tale unfolds like this on a hot sweaty afternoon when all four of us (I, babla, nilpa and budha) had bunked college giving in to our laziness, we decided that since our Jack had had no opportunity to display his magic on opposite sex for a long time, why not give him that opportunity and test his ability. :P to cut the long story short have some fun.

A conspiracy was hatched and plan was to create an online identity so vivacious that out Jack was bound to be fall or better still seduced. Hunt for an name began , brainstorming so fierce I doubt any corporate board room would have witnessed as of us were eager to have our invented name to be used as an alibi. After a long drawn discussion we decided on a name (Amy), needless to say those who know us would have guessed babla won, because his creativity stooped to lowest levels.

It started the very same evening at 2:00 AM when jack came online to chat. Amy was waiting for him with eagerness so profound one can easily mistake it for love at first sight except that our poor jack didn’t have any long sight. Amy pretended to be from Australia, Melbourne. Gave out certain facts about her but making sure that she left certain grey areas of mystery lest jack suspects a rat. As I said Jack knew his stuff and was no fool, he started asking questions about Australia and Melbourne and other questions to gauge whether profile was fake or Amy could really be that girl he could brag about to his friends who were ‘lukhas’. Lets we engineers’ have got knack for JIT and Google of course came to aid in answering various questions about Melbourne. After about 45 minutes of interrogation jack was satisfied that he had stumbled on a gold mine and we were pleased that now all that Googling would pay off and reaping time was near. We were careful about the time difference and played accordingly and from this Jack came to know that Amy was a college girl who was just dumped by her bootilicious boy friend and she needed a shoulder for crying and support. Jack decided that he would be her Knight in shining armor. He would be that shoulder on which she could lean and later that shoulder crying could materialize into an overseas affair as I said in engineering days, every guy fantasizes about something or the other; I guess we had just stumbled on jacks dream or Jack just found his dream liaison girl.

The story moved forward and it was now 2 days old and our jack and our Amy had chatted for around 5 hours. With this 5 hour relationship our jack was getting confident by the day and that is when we stuck gold because we didn’t expect we could even get a feast out of this online relationship with Jack. Jack confident about his charm and charisma decided to bet with us that in one week he would graduate from being online friends to overseas phone friends. We pretended to contemplate about this bet among our selves so that our Jack might raise the stake in the bet and he did from ice-cream to dinner and he was ON. He was pleased with himself and we were smug about the scheme we had just hatched.

As luck would have it our comp blew that evening and Jack was disappointed when he didn’t find Amy online that day. We were disappointed too for firstly we were missing out on the fun secondly we feared if Jack got a wind or suspected foul play we would miss out on free food. Good work by Babla and Budha ensured that next day machine was up and running though they had to miss college for that which they were glad to do.

So to ours and jacks relief relationship went ahead and this time Amy compensated for one days absence to Jack by giving him blow by blow account of her break up. The week passed by very quickly and it was D Day. Seventh day of the week and were we looking forward to the treat was like was Jack waiting for Amy to call.

Well the D-Day chat ended with Amy promising jack the she would call Next week and this became point of controversy as Jack now backtracked and said what he meant was that he would make her agree into calling him but what he actually said was that he would make her call in a week and as expected we had another fun argument with jack swearing on his and Amy’s friendship and we making fun about it, cajoling it.

Seems jack now cracked under performance pressure and decided to raise stake in bet for another impossible task and more time but considering that the joke had been carried pretty far broke the news to Jack, hearing which jack got hysterical and stomped out of the apartment and we felt sorry about the dinner as it was sure that now it was a distant reality. Surprisingly Jack came back in 20 minutes and being a sport that he is decided that he would treat us to ice-cream instead and all was back to boring.

The first swing...

One of the rare mornings is Saturday mornings; it becomes even rarer when I can manage to get up at 7 in morning. Driving factor was two fold, primarily my quest to learn something new in this case it was golf- a sophisticated game where you can swing at as many balls as you like, unlike cricket. Secondly, to test my ability to swing against Happy Gilmore’s swing. True to my shattered expectations, my first swing was breathtaking, I must have hit around a zillion microbes, unfortunately none of them were on the ball. My only solace was level of deftness of those who accompanied along, Kamlavatti and Amravati were first timers like me, and they too were testing their inclinations towards golf, I suppose. The other two, Panduram and Bhavikmal were second timers and our coach for the day. Both off them capable of making balls fly in skewed directions.

So, we famous five reached Greens, and to our delight place seemed devoid of any commotion but as soon as we stepped out we knew the reason why? An arresting stench of nearby landfill wafted to us. Kamlavatti and Amravati refused to move out of car because of stench, I guess they were contemplating their decision play golf. Nevertheless, two Joan of the Arcs didn’t back out and braved the stench and the sun.

As we got accustomed to the sensuous fragrance, we decided to concentrate on some swinging. Since yours respectfully, Kamlavatti and Amravati were pros at the game, we took a back seat and allowed growth opportunity for leading and knowledge sharing to Panduram and Bhavikmal to which they rose beautifully and very patiently taught us tricks of the game. Keeping in purview their ability to impart knowledge and communicate well, I am hopeful they will secure a tener in current PPG. (No sarcasm intended, a note of thanks to Panduram and Bhavikmal)

As for three of us, we swigged a few, missed a few and so the training continued till Kamlavatti and Amravati started complaining about sun being a spoil sport. Though Panduram, Bhavikmal and I didn’t give in to constant complaints and continued swinging. As luck would have it our Bhavikmal was soon injured by a gash on his right hand. I guess performance pressure did him in. Anyway, not the ratio was 3:2 as our Bhavikmal who could not play decided to hit shade and provide expert comments on my swing. One that I can recall is “He is playing like Dhoni”….grrrr :P.

Against all this pressure from opposition, Panduram and I stood our ground and kept swinging but most of credit should go to Panduram because his was the final word. His word was law after all it was his car by which we were supposed to go back. So, as they say “Jiski lathi uski bhais”.

After some two hours of golfing we decided to head back home making a stopover for coffee where we apparently gained more than we had lost at superficially tiring game.

I guess Panduram should be thanked for driving us to the golf course. Signing of for now….wait for the next in series.

P.s - Names have been changed to avoid any kind of jokes and comments. :)

Dreamers

A Relaxing sleepless night, a gleaming moonless night.
A long wished dream, a story for fiction.

Last night was the most amazing night I ever had. I had a dream without a trace of sleep in my eyes, yet by the time it was dawn, I was more dewy and youthful as against eight hour sleep.

The dream seemed to have done the trick, relaxing my muscles, easing the tension, parting the cloud of uncertainty. The dream was like a wish come true only it was imaginary. The whole thing happened inside my head as ideally and perfectly as wished, but we all know not all dreams come true, not all wishes are granted and everybody doesn’t get the moon.

A boundless field supporting golden barley saplings which swayed to wind’s harmony .Sunlight played tricks as if field was laid with gold. The narrow path which led to the bright colored mansion overlooking the fields was covered with Apple trees to provide shade. Freshly watered fields enticed with the smell which was carried all over by the cool breeze.

We lay on a satin sheet spread under the shade of an old Apple tree visualizing ourselves in our heads as Adam and Eve of modern times, with my arm around her which provided her the comfort that, I will always be there holding her, supporting her no matter what comes. Her head rested on my shoulder while she caressed my hand. Her breadth on my body made me warm inside with a feeling of love and never ending care. She gently leaned on me using me to support her as her eyes drooped a bit with sleep on her eye lids and at that instant, I promised myself, this is one responsibility, I never want to shy away from.

I can carry this baby of mine in my arms along with me loving her, caring for her and protecting her. As her eyes drooped more with sleep and I sat there watching her while wind carried the fragrance of her sweet summer sweat, mesmerizing me. As I lay there enthralled watching her, I felt the power of love which called on me and reached for my heart.

I loved the way she looked with her hair hanging down to her shoulders, her face glowing with love. Breeze playfully flew her hairs across her face, and I moved my hand across her face so as to tuck her hairs behind her ears, and as my hands felt touch of her face soft as petals, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her forehead and feeling lucky that I had an angel beside me with whom I was head over heels in love.

As I caressed her arms and touched back of her neck, she snuggled up close to me and whispered “Don’t ever leave me” and at that moment I wanted to say to her that I am never gonna say goodbye, because I never wanna see you cry. If you are with me, I would never let you go. I will keep trying, so you should know that love that we share is never meant to die. People might say that time might hit the passion but believe it if we try, there are something’s in this world that can’t be denied.

She, as if heard my heart singing closed her eyes and a smile spread across her face. With her hope and trust in me she curled around me and I whispered in her ears “Trust our love” and we lay there till sunset and then I carried my queen to the palace at dusk and we both knew that the day would be remembered as the day we painted sky with our love and made it a night to remember.