Neo Imaginations

Parking his bike under the shade he walked the remaining steps murmuring in frustration.  It was early morning of  first day of the week at office. So i was wondering  the reason for his early morning frustration. With due concern i asked him, " Ambuja Sir ! you look little disurbed." "These Tyre companies are simply looting us. Yesterday i bought a new tyre for my bike because the previous one did not last long." replied Ambuja Sir. Why?  How much did it last ? I inquired curiously. "Just 10 years old and it lost all the grip." ( Bus dus saal mein hi pura ghis gaya )   replied Ambuja Sir . Unable to control my laughter i left the place instantly and laughed my guts out inside the washroom. One decade of  rigorous use and he expected his tyre to serve him even more. That was Ambuja sir for you. He is the man who never laughed. Being serious and stressed out was his innate art. He perspired more than his daily intake of water...

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...