Works of RK

Of all the long journeys I have undertaken, the ones that I remember are those where I travelled with friends. I have not come across bad folks in my life, only some were thoughtless. I have been thoughtless and selfish too, so such people are great levellers, they help pay me for my bad deeds. One such was when the Sun went to play with sands on a lonely desolate beach. I remember how the shorelines warped in time and it was difficult me to know where the sky ended and where the sea began. There was too much light, one could see clearly, but then, there was little to see. And when it was time for the night to fall, white light gave way to yellow despair. Later, they tell me that there was blood in crimson sky. Later, the sands frolicked with the waves. The party had moved on!

I remember throwing a 5 rupee coin into the Godavari. It was a long journey and it was a long bridge. Everyone around me threw coins, and I did too. The moment the coin left my fingers and hurtled into the big river, I missed it. It was almost as if something very dear was suddenly torn away. Do you know what I had wished for? Remember the time we were out for an evening at the handicrafts park, the one that had a huge swing? You are crazy about swings, and you are crazy about sands. This place had both, and you loved swinging in the twilight, hair let lose, your dupatta catching the wind. I wished for one more evening at the Park with you.

It is summer in Patna. The gulmohar trees have lost their mind, in full bloom they light up the afternoon sun into an inferno! The roads are dusty, straight out of any of those Bihari gangster movies. The women are still the fullest sharpest and prettiest among all women. I met a couple of old acquaintances, they look the same, only I look older. And what is it with these small towns, they still remember my escapa des from twenty years before, of guns and goons and girls? Wish I had not been so Bihari so young, I might have grown up with so many more choices of things to do. Yes, I did go to the places we went to, to the tree under which I kissed a girl the first time in my life...god, it had to be you. They now have a mall! A big one, the kind we see in big cities, with lovers escalators and pretty housekeeping chicks. Twenty years is too long a time in time. Much has changed and so have we. The bel-ka-juice tastes the same, only my mother looks much older. Sister Suma still lives

There was a time when time stood still When time slowed down to a trickle And floated around you and me like pollen grains Each full of promises of destinies untold Full of stories yet to unfold Then you spread wings And flew into the summer winds Time moved on Faster than ever before As if it were trying To make up for lost time. Seasons have come and gone And you and I have caught ourselves different boats But far ahead I see the sea And there again some day We shall together be.

How long will you live Raj? Forever Princess. No really, how long will you live? I was serious the first time babe, I will live forever. Dog you are, can't you give a straight answer? I did. You remember the time my grandma died, a part of me died with her. I know that I will never ever get over that loss. And then when I thought really hard about what I was going through, I realized something very important. I realized that every time I lose someone dear to me, a part of me dies as well. I know that in this long road to death, parts of me will die along the way. By the time they put me to fire, there will be very little of me left to burn ;-) But you said you will live for ever? I did. My grandma lives for as long as there remains a soul in my family who remembers fondly of her, and then she lives in the stories I will tell my children and my grandchildren. For as long as they who love me live For so long shall I too. I love you Raj, do you? I do Princess. And you will tell your

Yes I know. I have heard this said before. Everything that has a beginning has an end. Beginnings and ends are two sides of the same coin. They go together. But hey, so what if that which there once was Is now no longer there My lines are not for things dead and past It is for things yet to start. This is for New beginnings Whatever be the end.

Raj? Yes Baby? Every time I see the train tracks, I feel forlorn and lonely. Why baby? You know what they say about those tracks no Raj... that they run parallel to each other, and forever, they never meet. Does that sum up our lives too Raj? Will we be forever running together, but never really together? No baby, I don't see it that way. Every time I see railway tracks, I am reminded of you and all the ruckus we create when we are together. I believe that because these tracks run parallel, good things happen. Trains run on them, and people get to meet their loved ones. I believe that there should be more trains,... and the tracks should forever run parallel. Dog you are Raj, you and your sick mind. I wish these tracks would stop staring at each other over the ages and come together some day. They do come together princess. They come together every time a train runs of them tracks. The train brings them together. It connects them and lends their existence a very beautiful meaning.