Neo Imaginations

       It was just break of the day, a dawn i mean. The sun had not shown full on the horizon. Just a sneak and peek look. A woman comes in a jiffy to pluck yellow flowers from  a bush that only had those two blossoms for the day. She stole its magic and left secretly. Another woman entered the scene in a hurry but with confusion. She felt guilty of being two minutes late and walked away with a hanging face. Minutes later an old man just after his morning bath came up to the bush but only plucked some leaves in absence of flowers.  This is the drama I enjoy every morning from my balcony. The devotees struggling to please God every morning. But more than the ritual of their actual prayers, I think the God enjoys the flower drill more.The bush also supports the drama by never giving more than four to five flowers a day to end the struggle of innocent worshipers. When these people come out for post dinner walk on the street they secretly scan the bud...

Twelve months have passed and it’s the end of those several days, We make our first, yeah our first anniversary day. A walk over those many weeks, I see how we bridged those broken ways. The walk was not smooth but was tough and testing ways. It is our efforts and will to stay together, that brought this day We promise to abide by what we have learnt in those several days. Thank you sweetheart for finally making it happen this way. Without our love and efforts this would never be the day. As I write this post, I can see you and our baby sleeping comfortably with both his arms wide stretched. I know nothing compares to this eternal feeling. We the trio makes it a heaven s den. The giggle of our baby and our own conversations make it a home sweet home. But when I turn back the pages of my old diaries I see what not we did to make it happen this way, our way. It is not about the saga of troubles and hardships that we faced and fought with to buy this lif...