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Rapunzel: “I've been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what I might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it's not everything I dreamed it would be? “ Flynn Rider: “It will be.” Rapunzel: “And what if it is? What do I do then? Flynn Rider: Well,that's the good part I guess. You get to go find a new dream.” 21.35 hrs .  Adil’s four year –old’s eyes looked no less excited than Rapunzel’s, when she finally got to see Rapunzel see the light on their 48’’ LED TV in the living room. Tangled was her current favorite Disney movie. He chuckled, first at his daughter, about her excitement. And a few seconds later, he was chuckling at his own self. He wasn’t four, when those lights had fascinated him. He was nineteen then but still such a baby at heart.  The ringing of the doorbell interrupted his brain’s command to press the “flashback” button to that year of his life. It was the guy delivering the week’s laundry. He paid him

“Please don’t leave me”, were the words uttered by him in between sobs, in an agonized voice and a strange defiant body language. She (almost) yelled back, “Why should I not when you did EXACTLY JUST THAT some few months ago by choosing to walk out of what we had?” How was his request even fair? They had crossed the infamous seven-year itch. And this was year #8. Year eight is what the world doesn’t talk about, my friends. And I believe it has a good reason not to. It’s the year of the wound.  Atleast, that’s what I wanted to call it. And Vinay’s expectation of quick and easy forgiveness was rubbing some serious salt to my deep, deep, wounds. It was a strange weekend, with an eerie silence in the house. There were voices in my head. My own, telling me multiple things. His, through the flashback of his bit in the conversations we’d had in the recent few days. And a third unfamiliar voice, whose shoulders were seducing me with the bandage to my wounds. The only decibel that d

I want to thank Mitch and Morrie for highlighting the beauty of Tuesdays - which was otherwise just lived as the day that was closest to Monday and met with only so much love. I also want to thank my dear buddy, who after reading the book told me that we had to make Tuesdays special. The best part-he made sure that I appreciate Tuesdays better by supporting his words through action, which is the best quality of him. A long heart-to-heart about a chapter of his life's story and the important learnings from them - no less than Morrie. And something that could certainly give Mitch a run for his money. Only one of the most humble persons in this world can tell you that good comes out of suffering. My friend spoke of a beautiful yet tragic time of his life very stoically, but with complete conviction in telling the story without losing sight that the intent was that he wished to convey a message, more than dramatise the story. Not only am I grateful to him to have shared some life-

तुझी आठवण येते तेव्हा.. तुझी आठवण येते तेव्हा.. देवा एकाच मागणी तिची पापणी भरू दे माझ्या नावाचा एक तरी थेंब तिच्या नयनी तरु दे.. रात अशी ही तंद्रित पापणिहि बघ लवते आहे ह्रुदयाचे ठोके हळुवार सांगे कुणीतरी माझ्यासाठी जागत आहे तुझी आठवण येते तेव्हा तु दिलेली प्रेमपत्रे वाचत बसतो तु येणार नाहीस माहित असतं डोळे पुसुन मग स्वतःवरच हसतो.. एकही क्षण नाही जेव्हा तिची आठवण येत नसेल, असा एकतरी क्षण असेल जेव्हा ती मला आठवत असेल तू समोर असतेस तेंव्हा बोलू देत नाहीस तू समोर नसतेस तेंव्हा झोपू देत नाहीस तो ढग बघ कसा बरसण्यासाठी आतुरलाय तुझ्या चिंब गालावरुन ओघळला म्हणुन थेंबसुद्धा आनंदलाय माझ्या शब्दांना अजुन तरी काहीच अर्थ नाही. जोपर्यंत त्या गीताला तुझ्या ओठांचा स्पर्श नाही. येणारा दिवस कधीच तुझ्या आठवणीशिवाय जात नाही दिवस जरी गेला तरी तुझी आठवण जात नाही. आज सारे विसरली तू नावही न येई ओठांवर..... कसे मानू तू कधी खरे प्रेम करशील कुणावर...... तेव्हा सागर किनारी साक्षीने तू घेतल्यास किती शपथा..... किती मारल्यास मिठया तू तो चंद्र ढगात लपता........ नजरेत जर

Spring-time evenings throw the most magnificent colors in the sky. Like always, during my commute, I was thinking about you and how you wouldn't be thinking about me.  The heaviness of that emotion in my heart was slowing down its beats, while the vehicle picked up pace on the highway. The skyline drew my attention.  Like every other beautiful nature-moment that I find happiness in, I wished you were there witnessing this one as well, with me, on the same road that you and I once traveled together on.The tranquil show of color, for a brief moment led me to picture us holding hands together and watch the giant ball of amber, drown in the pinkish blue. Some alone moments in the day, yet again took  my train of thoughts to its most visited destination - you. But today was painted differently. As I was soaking in the sunset, it struck me. While the realization hit me that we would never watch a sunset together, a strong and confident voice from within spoke, audible o