The VOYAGE

                        Still fresh like it all happened last week… I, Shikha*, my schooldays- made me feel nostalgic after that train journey ( http://sunilsvoyage.blogspot.in/2014/07/girl-from-4th-grade.html ). Monsoons of 2001… I was short but fair, naughty but innocent and was one of the talkative brats (according to teachers) in my class. Teachers tried all their ways to make me talk less in the class, but in vain. I escaped most of the time from the bamboo sticks since I had a poor physique. Fellow mates called me ‘kullan’(midget) since I stood first in the assembly line. Often I forgot my name itself when those idiots used it like my pet name. Start of another academic year, the rains lashed all the day while the teacher’s slashed the sticks on the bench to make us silent. Even though I was little naughty I was good in studies and teachers were little lenient about me being talkative.  ...

                                                                           Life after Death is an illusion, does the soul wander or does it reincarnate? Will we meet anyone whom we know on that path or the Creator himself?  Heaven or Hell -How that matters after death? Or Is that referred to different phases of our life itself?                                          Many thoughts were thronging my mind and I definitely know that it’s quite absurd to think about a Life after Death while we are still alive in this beautiful world, but are WE really LIVING? I have a different perception about it and that made me write this!!!                ...

Golden Ride Morning bells or mosquito bites Waked up us sharp at five. Packed the bags after a shower. Left the duplex within an hour. Morning breeze and the golden rays, Made us fresh and start the ride. When Google Maps cleared the way Our Speeding bikes crossed the mile. The lush green fields And the never prune trees, Showed us the way To the free highways. Chasing the cars. And crossing the bars. Made us crave For a breakfast stop. Bills were high   $ he paid in sigh. Hit back the roads Under a cloudy sky. Golden temple is the place, Left our bikes in the parking space. Half an hour in the cage, That's the time to get HER grace. Long pathway in the shape of a star, That led us to the golden shrine. The Golden pillars, The Golden Peacock, The Crystal Shantliers $ the Golden Elephant All in the middle, Of the Sprinkling water in moat. Wrapped in silk and full of gems, I could feel HER ri...

After a strenuous week , today was one of the refreshing days of my life which I would treasure for all time. Not because today was my 25 th birthday! I was neither partying nor cutting the birthday cake … But it was altogether an unforgettable day! With GOKUL Gokul was on-time at the rendezvous, glad to see his new bike and his everlasting smile. I followed him and we drove few miles east through the steep roads that wind up-hill, it was small but refreshing. The sunset, dark clouds, lightning and the sounds of thunder, scenic beauty of the valley and the thin strand like roads down the hill were all mesmerizing. We sat there for some time enjoying the nature’s beauty, clicked few pictures and a selfie- the new culture we are following!!! . Drove down-hill crossing the paddy fields, narrow roads and a long bridge. It was drizzling by the time we reached his Tharavadu (ancestral home). It would be more than sixty years old but still had its splendor. A big back...

Another year fades Relations slip away, Every day turns To be a ruthless game. Starts all day, With lot of hope, But the lights went out With a solitary jolt. No trails left Of the one I loved, Still my heart Skips a beat. Crave to drive, Through the misty woods. But I burn the rubber In the City roads. Paying the debts, Clearing the bills. Is this the purpose Of this gifted life? I ain't Stingy, I am frugal. I ain't swagger, I am Modest. Lot of hurdles Still to clear. But no one near And nothing to fear. A time to act, A time to accept. And I believe Thy will be done. -Sunil

                                            Was it the writer's block or the hectic life ,something was hampering me from writing all these days. Not much fun in life, but lot of good things are happening around.                                               Atlast I got one good reason to write, my mother's birthday...I Wrote to her along with birthday cards (the only gift I could afford for at the moment).I was pretty happy after writing the same and I am sure she would be glad to receive those...                                                  I thought to keep a copy of this letter in 'THE VOYAGE' so that I can have a look at t...

   Three Years back...  The train whistles and slowly moves out of the station...the rush & hush in the platform is slowly vanishing… I was lucky to get the window seat to enjoy this beautiful early morning sky. The cool early morning breeze was touching my strands of hair. It was so soothing to see the vibrant colored sky and the rising sun through the morning mist. The train moved through the lush green paddy fields and I always cherish to see such a view where the mist floats above this green life...  Train is gaining pace and people are busy either  glancing the newspapers or with their mobile phones. Few enjoying music and many chatting with a morning coffee. Old man who sits beside me has already started sleeping, he looks tired and I noticed the heavy luggage he carried. Poor man, I whispered… Slowly my eyes started searching for some known faces but as usual in vain. Its quite boring sometimes if you are alone travelling and to add to yo...