ife has become so hectic off late… too many things happening concomitantly that I’m not getting time to reflect and introspect. It’s like the present has done a double somersault and grabbed the hands of the future… leave aside the garbs of the past… as if I’m standing still and the world is rushing past me. A time comes in everyone’s life when inspite of our individual dreams we also share our life with someone special and live our collective dreams. Wherein we become happy just because someone else is happy and smiling!! It’s something inexplicable and mayn’t make sense at one go… but from some other frames of reference it makes perfect sense… 

When I try to write something… it seems to me that the whole world has become invisible and as if I’m in a trance. It feels like I've been transported to a secluded beach… in my younger self… making castles and weaving stories… and when I manage to write down a few incoherent lines (so called prose!!) I’m not sure whether I’ll be able to write anything else again… but it’s the uncertainty which makes each of such experiences worthwhile and closer to my heart. The high of putting your abstract/insane thoughts into the written form is like an orgasm of the mind… and you hope that it lasts for a lifetime!!
I always had a vivid imagination since childhood… and everything I try to write comes to me in the form of a visual imagery… the wind, the sky, the flowers, the dew drops, the walk in the beach, sunsets, rain, tears, smiles… and the words follow…
All said and done I know that there is nothing extraordinary about me… but I just try to live my simple life in an extraordinary way!! Life is beautiful and life’s calling… touchwood!!