It has mOre mEaniNg!

I think it rained that day and it took so much time for my pen to spEak. The hamsadhwani of Amitji has rained down over my deserted soul. After a while, I said, “I lived a day!”, otherwise all I said at the desk of the day is I died a day…that is how one can perceive the two sides of a coin. Life is all about tossing!...it does mean the same and it doesn’t mean the same…Thank you Amitji and thank you ITC for the evening. A bridge of thread, between the islands of death.

Living life at different places. Again, it is all compromises without options. I don’t know how long Bangalore can hold me with these rains of solace.

But,…….Faiaz Khan,
Your Sarangi made me cry again, between the rhythmic thunders of Jugalbandhi. Crying in euphoria is wonderful and perhaps sweet. I do search for those pearls which shed during those moments, so that I could keep it for a while. Because, I know Life will not offer treasures every time. CRYING in HAPPINESS and LAUGHING in SORROWS - It has more meaning!

While scribbling these, I remembered Richard Bach…he writes….

Take your dying with some seriousness…
However,
Laughing on the way to your execution
Is not generally understood by less advanced life forms,
And they will call you CRAZY!.......

TruE…..