ذهن (Zehn)

Dear Chotte, 3 years, huh! Sigh... Time flies but does not always heal. How is it there? Are you in peace, as they say? I have been meaning to write to you for a real long time now, glad its happening tonight, of all the days. Well, how else would you know what am I up to, down here?  I miss you. I wish there were a deeper synonym for that word.  How can I forget that horrifying morning I woke up to, and I was so sure you were still alive, that I actually prayed you would come back. We will have to live with the mystery until we come meet you up there. I know you wanted to live; you had your own share of dreams, I know it was not your fault. You'd never want to hurt us. I just wished you looked better when we bid you goodbye; if only... So? Where do you want me to start? What do you want to hear? Funny, I ask when I know I cant hear you anymore. But this is the only other mode of communication I can have with you, apart from looking up at the stars and hoping that you a

How many of you have a home?  How many have been with your folks forever? By that I mean eat, sleep, feed, get fed, come home to a family? How many of you have been away from yours?  Why have you been away? Do you like the distance because you can do what you want? Or you had no choice but to go away to make your mark out there?  How homesick are you? How many do not have one? And where do you go? ---- Home is where the heart is, where it all begins.  Some of you are lucky enough to be in and around that feeling, some are not. And there are some who in spite of having this privilege, either are unlucky to enjoy it or do not quite like the attention.   My understanding of home is from what I have experienced at friends' or relatives'. I get to live this once or twice in a year for not more than a week. For me, it is an absolutely overwhelming experience.  I can say being deprived of it pinches you when you actually receive it. There is that independent life of you

Its been 2 years in this city and still feels like there is so much I haven't explored/experienced. Last week seemed to be probably one of the most silent ones. It began bad, an annoying end to first day at a new work place; the new paint in the pg seemed more like a pink prison than a paying guest. The paint got on to me so bad, the lungs could not bear . Breathlessness, sore throat, excessive dosage of steroids, so bad that I skipped work the whole week. But hey! It turned out quite productive!  I got myself some good rest, made time out for a play, cooking and other fun stuff. Back to work implied no more making time out for plays and other weekday activities. So I tried to do all that I wanted in this one week, well I had to find a way to feel better!  The play "Nothing like Lear' was much enjoyed; its unbelievable how some people have such incredible talent.  Vinay Pathak , an artist you must experience - Such effortless acting, unending passion and just so much