Life between the lines.


My first one came on my seventh birthday, wrapped in shiny pink paper with a bow on it. I opened it excitedly. I placed it on my table and stared at it for days. “Little women” it said on the cover. Then one night shyly approached it, picked it up and sat crossed legged on my bed. It’s smelled funny. I turned the first page and began to read! A few lines through, I realized we were going to be friends. We met almost every night. It transported me to a whole new place. A place where I was never alone. A place where magic was real. A place where the famous five, the hardy boys, Nancy Drew and I were friends. I would wait all day for the time we could be together. The stories were happy and fun. Made me smile, even giggle at times.
I was smitten, and thus began my love affair with books.
We grew up together, spent more and more time with each other. I would sneak a peek at every chance I got. There came times when our bedtime escapades became all day affairs. The stories became different too. They had darker shades in them. Of unhappiness and sorrow, of longing and belonging. What did not change was the love I had for books. It only grew, like my appetite to read.
I have learnt almost everything I know, from books. Sydney Sheldon taught me that no matter how big or small you are, the stars will shine down upon you. Eric Segal made me believe in love stories. Ayn Rand shrugged me along with the Atlas and changed the way I thought. Richard Bach cleared all my illusions and made me believe in my dreams. Mr. Jeppesen taught me how to fly a plane!
Each of these guy teaches me something new every time I fall back on them.
We are now inseparable. I have one with me, always. I have been seen reading in the most arbitrary places and times. I have read all night, all day and all night again!
I am as excited to open a book today as I was with my first one. The smell of a new book makes me smile every single time. I still believe in magic.
I wish I could crawl into one of them and live between the lines!

Falling In Love


She was born little and green. The green that sends a cool breeze to soothe your soul when your eyes catch a glimpse of it. Even with branches filled with those who looked liked her, she felt like she was different. She noticed things the others ignored.She heard the wind sing songs to her while others thought it was just noise..but her heart was somewhere else.
She looked at the blue sky staring down lovingly upon her from far away. The magnificent blue made her fall in love. His gaze was steady upon her.He peeped from behind white clouds, she arched her self so their eyes could meet. He sent her messages with the rain which made her giggle!His passion grew warm it made her turn red. She yearned to touch him. Having him around gave her hope. His endless size made her feel secure. For months they exchanged promises of a lifetime together, all through the day when he wore his blue hue and at the night in his magical darkness. Till she could take it no more.
One day she wore her prettiest golden dress and asked the wind to fly her away. He told her if she broke away she could never come back, if she flew to the sky she wouldn’t survive the ride.
For one kiss she said, she could give an eternity, for one touch she could leave a lifetime.
The wind blew hard aiming at the blue above, swaying her all around. She held on tight, all the while. Parts of her gave away, making her frail. Her eyes shut tight as she soared above to meet her love. She opened them the instant, she could not hold on any longer. Leapt towards him, hoping he would hold her in his arms. Kissed him with all that she had, then let go.
She fell through the winds, and branches and trees, on to the ground lay on her back soaking him in his eyes till her last breath.

photo credit: Ashutosh Khandkar