Rama Moondra

Sometimes, I  quietly sit in my veranda and watch the city soaked in moonlight. The tranquility of surroundings just mesmerizes me. The hectic daily grind does not allow us to spend any time with ourselves.  This is only time, I am myself.

Sitting alone but not lonely… watching the moonlight playing magic with clouds. It’s fascinating to see nature very closely. And to see that we need not go to special places, take expensive holidays or plan exclusive. It’s just here, next to us…in small packages.

Sniff a freshly brewed coffee, on a winter evening see through a glass door slowly getting smoggy by fog…feel the crushed ice from  a roadside vendor who sells Ice slush (Gola) , hear the flute seller playing unadulterated music filling your senses. The first lick of kulfi and the crispness of breeze in early evenings of the just approaching summers.The sun setting and birds flocking back home, the night setting in and the feeling of relaxation sinking..

We all have been too busy to feel anything which happens so beautifully around us.  Feel it before it changes face.

Tagore once wrote, “ I have been to many places, have spent lot of money  to see beauty but have not been able to see the small drop of dew resting on the wheat crop and shining in sun just two feet away.”

May be sense of fulfillment is just here, need to be touched and felt. Try stealing sometime from your busy schedule and breathe deep. Close your eyes, feel the quietness of snow falling on a mountain somewhere in the mystique night. Trust me it will cool you down..from within.

For,Sudhir Sethi..my dear friend and dedicated reader, who wanted to read something light …straight from my heart…

If law of attraction is something to believe, then I attract strangers and strangest co incidences. My profession keeps me on toes and on roads fifteen days a month. My public appearances are too many and that too is a sure fire reason to keep getting enough fuel to write my stories.

I crawled out of my skin to pick up call at 4.30 am. Honestly, I thought it was an alarm but soon woke up to a strange voice.” Sorry, I woke you up in middle of night may be. Is it too early in India?” I tried hard to recognize the voice and number but my dizzy, groggy memory failed. “I am Rahul Saxena. One of your ardent admirer and reader. We have not met but I feel you can understand me. Can I talk about myself?” “I was awake though a bit irritated. Before I could ask to call on some other time, he said, “I may not give you call again so please if you can listen.”

Rahul gave me one of the most shocking stories I have ever heard. A rich, affluent family’s only son, Rahul was born with a silver spoon in mouth. Growing up with tremendous amount of disposable money, busy parents and no goal in life, Rahul had no major complaints in life. He never felt close to his step mother but life moved on.

Came his graduating year from College and he had to leave abroad for further studies,” Well, it did not matter to leave home but I did not want to go. I had great friends though my parents never had time for me.” That fateful night Rahul came back bit drunk, decided to talk to his mother about his staying back and not moving on despite any force applied.

A knock on mother’s door went unanswered. He pressed the door open.

Stood under the heaviest weight he got paralyzed. It’s not easy to see his own grandfather with his mother in compromised situation.

The duo was equally shocked. Rahul left the room locking it and never turned back again.” Its seven years now. I left home that night and now never keep in touch. I know they tried to locate me but I just cannot go back. The reason I may not be able to give you a call back is I am a drug addict now. No idea how long., how much life I have. I want you to write it for me. If even one person reads it, my pain will be shared.”

I could hear the sobbing on the other side. Zapped with the intensity of situation I tried to gain senses. “Rahul, drugs are no answer. They will not lead you anywhere. Don’t waste your  life.” But a faint cry overshadowed my voice. “Thanks for hearing out Rama Thanks. “ I asked for his contact number. “Sorry, I do not want to give you. I don’t want any attachments in life.”

The line got disconnected. I tried the number back only to get a strange noise as response.

Rahul, I hope you read this. If you do, please live life again. And so far attachment  is concerned; I have  a relation of sharing pain with you already. Its sheer stupidity to give life away for those who do not deserve you.

This story is dedicated to faith of one human to another, to relation of pain and to my prayer for Rahul.

I stood to shake hands but froze midway..My smile became a thin line. Not my fault may be…

Mumbai. Delitalia, Juhu Beach..My agenda was to meet Dr Raheel Bhagat. (Please read my blog “Walking Dead”). I ordered my coffee and cinnamon slice with cream. Dr Raheel arrived before my order did. I still don’t know how the coffee or dessert tasted.

Not my fault may be.I expected someone in early thirties who must be a charming Dr. Someone Suhani felt, was worth to spend life with… So, when a gentleman of late forties shook my hand as Dr Raheel, my shock was justified.

“You sure want to know why I married Suhani despite twenty years of age gap.” I just barely could manage to nod. “Well, I lost my wife to cancer ten years ago. We did not have a kid either. Suhani became my friend and she needed a support as well. We actually are support system to each other.”

Though my sophistication does not allow me to be upfront, for this case I let go of it.” What about your physical and mental connectivity?” I must have sounded piercingly rude, I thought. Dr Raheel smiled, “once one is married, slowly everything falls in place. Suhani has really loved Sid. She married me.  Life is adjustments. Isn’t it?” I just held his hand, tears moistened Dr Raheel’ eyes but he quickly got up. ” Thought you should know both sides of coin. Thanks for writing. You should write a book.”

That night, shaken and stirred, I called Siddharth Sood. “Let go Sid, Let her go..Live life because that exactly will give both of you the meaning. You both wanted happy life for each other. Just that it’s not together.” My voice came from a deep throbbing pain in my heart choking me.

Love truly means sometime plain let go.

From my heart. A silent prayer for everyone who has loved and lost.

May peace prevail in every heart.