those used to be sweet days.
raine’s home. his mom and his family.
evenings when she would throw house open for guests and her in-law family.
memories are there with me,
the well bathed green veranda,nice smells in air and
बुड्ढा घर पे है..
i mean,i hate to admit i least cared for parties but my friends in the damn good comedy show, i worshipped heartily.
i do not want return to my memories but the Umar Shareef plays became an integral part of me.
हाँ हाँ बुड्ढा घर पे है
Always there would be ways, always they would be never ending.Always , I would long to walk on them & I will.
And then, I shall be gone.
Still while walking on them.
“possibility is that, this is what i shall be asked about.
i have my mind,set of late”,
“i actually do not mind”,
and they separated on this agreed argument, disagreeing.
ruffled, but sticking to it.
people are lost,right like this.
vary and this means,
and in the process,
life takes over.
you run over,it.
then nothing happens.
it chases you on the contrary.
somehow, hurt and disillusioned.
curve a path for me, to walk to you.
there is a strong possibility,i might not turn
away or either back too to you.
live in illusion.
in the larger scheme of things.
may be i care about them,
i am fascinated, if something actually is happening.
even remotely vague.
that is my range,
doing things, the way i
know i can make them click.
free sketch of creativity.