Welcome to a New World!!

The alarm was set, the alarm rang, and the eyes were moist thinking what happened in that yellow bus a few nights before. Sara sleeping beside me read my eyes and asked me curiously, “What makes the iron man melt early in the morning”? Though initially hesitant, I took Sara back to the night which changed my world upside down. It was 11 in the night, I had got late from office and to make matters worse my car had broken down. After waiting for half an hour in incessant rain, I eventually got a bus. As I stepped towards the bus, the lightning struck and I was awestruck as the light flashed on the bus. It appeared as if a jewel box had opened, displaying shimmering light in a form of gold. The bus was full and I hardly got a place to sit. As people started to move out, on the third seat from behind, my eyes were drawn towards someone’s black leather journal. For some strange reason it appeared as if the journal was shouting, wanting me to explore. As I brushed aside pages of jour...

When I closed my eyes, I realized the hourglass was already full, the picture was moving further away and yet the memory was engraved forever. The Sara I had was a dream and will always remain a mystery for what we could not share. The first time I met her, I thought she was arrogant; knowing her later made me realize that she is actually standing alone on the opposite side of the shore. Getting to know her is like walking on an empty road where there are no bumps but each day is a discovery, sometimes heavy if not understood in its pure essence.   I experienced love finally in an unadulterated package even though it was for a very short duration. There is ambiguity in her simplicity which makes the ride with her interesting. I saw in her my eternal soul mate who is always looking for more, who looks calm and composed to the outer world but is constantly fighting a lonely battle in her head, someone who looks for simple things for pleasure and takes her decisions for that inst...

I ran through the security and reached the lounge area fifteen minutes before scheduled time to catch my flight for Abu Dhabi from Chicago. There was a huge rush of people who all looked alike and without thinking much I assumed that everyone belonged to India. There were kids playing cricket, wives fighting with their husbands and there was a beautiful girl sitting right opposite to me conversing in Hindi. To my surprise the girl asked me if I was going on the same flight, although it was very obvious. It was very easy to strike a chord with her and it was very evident from her poise that she belonged to an educated family. As I continued my conversation with her, I found out that she was a passionate cricket fan with tremendous knowledge about world politics. Time flew with her as we managed to sit together in the flight and our conversation flew from politics, sports and philosophy. In the middle of all this strangely we never talked about our final destination. As we landed in ...