Neo Imaginations

   The last time my French friend Jean Jack Radi came to India, he got serious addiction to Indian food. I still remember he used to talk at length about the variety of Indian cuisines and the parallel intoxication he achieves out of it. Though we had professional relationship but a thing or two about this man, almost my father s age  tempted me to befriend him outside the professional sphere. I was a bachelor then but my love for food kept me at close affair with my kitchen. I invited him for a lunch party at home the next day. Radi warmly accepted the invitation and said he would join me with a bottle of Bordeaux Rose Wine. I smiled back at him indicating that it would be a perfect party. The next day  as we say became a history. I made him my special Hyderabadi Dum Biriyani and mint Raita. We started with the bottle of wine and never ending conversation that lasted even longer than the food and dessert.               ...

I waited for you a whole year. And you kept on delaying the most awaited meeting. I only heard of you and saw you in digital pictures. Never did i imagine that i would come to you one day but then you attracted me, fascinated me, enthralled me, intoxicated me  and almost  made excuses to keep me intact with the faith that I would meet you. Finally the wait got over and on 15 Apr 13 we touched each other. As the IA flight touched the runway i sensed the race of my heart. It was a sheer love affair, coveted and concealed. When I saw Paris Airport  i was delighted like a kid. A drive to the city Hotel Adagio and I sensed every reason why France is so much of a craze and a dream for millions. Though it was already late by the time i got over with dinner but i still decided to take a walk to Eiffel as its the closest venue from my place of residence. I chose the path alongside river  Le Seine . The breeze was mild and gradually handed me over to the spot of love. A ...