Between You And Me

This blog is dedicated to my lovely little nephew R B Ankit Kumar. He is 15 months old and he was the reason behind me coming up with this post. To get an idea of how he looks and what all he does; I have added a collage picture of him. OK, here comes the question. How many of us have paused our busy lifestyle to just think over about how we lost the child within us? I am pretty sure that we all enjoyed being a baby rather than now! Honestly I have started pondering a lot about it after spending time with this little darling (We all fondly call him Anku) J Spending time with him is really a ‘stress buster’. I completely forget about everything when he is around. He teaches me life lessons everyday; I must call him the ‘little guru’. Well, of course he is not aware that he is teaching me something. He is just being himself and that is what inspires me! First thing, he is always happy and smiling J He does not need a reason to smile, he just smiles. How oft...

Imagine that, while you were in your shower, soap went into your eyes! The next second you close your eyes, and then you try to wash your eyes with water. You would have remained in dark for the next few seconds, reaching your hands out just hoping that you would hit the shower knob or a mug of water. Well, if you had your luck with you, then your eyes would be fine in a few min, or sometimes it takes longer to become perfect.           Now, imagine how life could be if you had to deal with everything, just the way you did in those few minutes you lost sight. Sounds difficult right? That’s how the visually challenged people live all over the world. I wonder what a blind person would answer if I asked him/her what colors are? I assume they would have a definition for it, but that was no way going to be somewhere equivalent to what we know about colors. How do they see life? How do they know what comes right in front of their eye? How do ...

I wish I was like the wind Sometimes soft and breezy Sometime wild and gusty I envy how high you could fly Without even a little sigh You could touch every cloud Without a single doubt Without you life is indispensable But lucky that you are still invisible You touch everybody’s heart Yet you can never be caught You would never take a pause You are never impasse You are born with no color But still possess an array of odor I wonder how lucky you are To live not worrying about whom you are.:)