I sneaked out from the gap between the drapes, it was totally gloomy outside. I sighed and plunged off the bed and shrugged into the olive green hoodie and rubbed my hands over each other, it was freakishly cold. To be utter frank, I really hate extreme weathers, be it rain, snow, heat, I just hate extreme. But, I couldn't run away from that now, per se I am in Canada. Anyways, so I wore my head cap, headphones, gloves and strolled towards the door. I held the doorknob and gulped looking at the snow gladded front yard. I slightly twisted the knob and opened the door. As soon as I did that, a frosty gust of intensely cold wind slapped my face, I grunted. I took a deep breath, well I was a bit exaggerating everything like it wasn't the case that I was diving into the water, but yeah trust me, going out in even the subtle storm of snow flurries, it's the same for me. I took the leap of faith and dunk my leg in the snow, up to the height of my ankle. I groaned again and punched in the air with rage. I closed the door, with great efforts, try handling the tiny key and a jammed door with gigantic fluffy gloves. I almost fumbled with the key a few times, before finally locking the door. the next step was to cross the road. I glanced around, the cars were not ready to halt. I wanted to reach the college early, so it was really essential to catch the bus, which then propelled from right in front of me and it didn't stop because I wasn't able to cross the road and I wasn't there on the bus stop. Gosh! it's really inexplicable. I was engulfed into a surge of anxiety and I felt very impatient, maybe lost at some point. it was the new years day. the past year had been really a tragic one and so I needed a good start, but then when I dunk my leg in the snow, when I wasn't able to cross the road and when I missed that bus, knowing I had to wait another twenty minutes, in the snow flurries, all of that brought the past year back, instantaneously, like some reflex. I grunted, lifted my leg and pushed down, but again ended up getting it dunked in the snow and good grief, I didn't slip. finally, I obtained a chance to cross the road, so I did, with my head down, anxious mind, rage-filled heart and tears brimming into my eyes. I sniffed and shivered, glanced at the direction from where the bus arrived. no signs. In the light beams of the passing cars, I could see swirls of air suspended and swaying the snow away. that really caught my mind. It was nothing special but seemed magical abruptly. then I raised my head to watch the street light and saw some snow flurries, they seemed like tiny little-frozen fairies. suddenly it struck me that indeed the past year has taken away a lot of things and kicked me in my crotch but I just forgot to look that where it has led me to. I am thousands of kilometers away from my home, all by myself, living a life. I asked myself, had I ever imagined that I'd be able to survive like this? no. It's a cliché, but it struck me then that every single thing which we do or happens to us, creates a ripple effect in our lives and it's never ordinary. every seemingly ordinary thing happening with us has some or the other extraordinary after effects. maybe I should thank those people who broke my trust because they made me wiser and stronger than before. also, the places of some people were so stubborn that, them being around it would have been extremely difficult for me to find someone else. I should thank them to leave, fall apart, just to make way for better things coming my way. often, when anyone leaves us broken, we tend to think in a similar direction, every one of us, that this is the end of the world and that no one could ever replace that person and blah blah! False... stupid... immature! Just wait for it and someone will arrive, maybe marry Poppins in your life. that person will arrive, not late, not early, just right on time and everything will seem to be alright again. you will be able to carry the weight of new branches this time because when they cut your previous branches, your roots and trunk have become sturdier and stronger than before. Eventually, when I stood there, thinking of such optimistic thoughts, the snow doesn't seem pretty bad and when I climbed the next bus, it was as good as empty and I realized if I would have climbed in the previous bus, I would have been traveling in a crowd and here there was no one to intrude into my personal space. Maybe it's true, that external factors don't play a significant role in your mood and state of heart. maybe all of it has to do with what's inside the brain. If we are optimistic and happy than we would patiently wait for the sun to come up and enjoy the seemingly magical surroundings, whereas if we are sad and pessimistic than everything around us, would seem filthy and troublesome. 
- Hrishikesh J C

Manna from heaven. 

There prevailed a legend of a peacock with shimmering plumage; call it a blind belief or a fictional tale made by the indigenous inhabitants of that small village that lay on the banks of a green water lake adjacent to the gloomy backwoods. 

As stated in the legend, the peacock was visible only to the beings whose soul was diaphanous like a kosher drop of water falling from the haven and whose heart was like a barren white paper. 

As the sun was about to dip down from the sky aligned far in the west, he rode on his bicycle, peddling through the bumpy roads adjusting his balance, parallel to her. 

His eyes darted like the speed of light from the road ahead to her at his side. Her hairs were blown by the forcible frosty wind which tried to stop them but bending front, applying full energy they slay passed it. 

The flares of warm summer atmosphere falling onto the side of her face, illuminated a part of her with the loose strands of her hair shimmering in the waning sun light.

Careening the handle looking at each other and trying to compete each other, throwing a giggle and chuckle sporadically at each other, they peddled harder, until finally they applied the brakes and breathing heavily their feet touch the ground and they gazed at the backwoods in front of them. The light beams that sporadically broke into the woods through the gaps between the trees was descending as the sun was dipping gradually along with the passing time.

He glanced at her, he could see her chest rise and fall due to the hard peddling and the disheveled hair strands, some of which gathered onto her face.

She glanced at him, releasing her one hand eventually from the handle and calming her breaths, she tucked thehair strands  behind her ear. Her eyes flickered and she felt the blood gushing to her cheeks, as he stared at her painstakingly. 

A tinge of redness on her cheeks and she casted her eyes on the handle rod, he sighed a smile and his hand travelled to his hair. He looked down, then at her, so much drawn by her radiating beauty that he felt to notice the dipped sun with thin traces of orange sky and the wind that rustled the leaves of the new old trees, had a sudden temperature drop and though a summer eve, the cast turned to blue. 

She motioned at him to move ahead. He nodded with the never fading smile and his hand clenching around the handle, simultaneously as his leg pushed the peddle, they moved slowly from a thin muddy road, from the midst of the rustling jungle grass similar that to rice grass, that played with the spokes of the tires of their bikes and also some long grown, slapped their feet. 

He followed her, his eyes casted only onto her and her eyes darting into the dark woods, searching for the peacock. 

Upon reaching half way in the gloomy forest with no traces of light and a pristine smell that of hay and exquisite scent to the forest, both of the standing parallel to each other got down from their bikes and he shoved out a pocket torch from his back pocket and illuminated it to light, the near by areas.

Owls howled around and bats could be heard flying from a close proximity to them. Leaping their cycles to a tree, they made their way towards the lake, bending down from the forest strings obstructing them from going through.

There was an utter silence, so much that they heard each other respirate and he also heard her heart beat in the usual rhythm. His only wish was that she could listen to his heart to, which chanted her name.

Stepping over the heaps of dry leaves on the ground, a sound as if crumbling a hard plastic paper could be heard now and they headed ahead , stopping until they reached the lake with the crickets sound and night creepers sound as background scores.

As they moved closer to the lake bank, the highly serene water with no ripples on the surface reflected a small spot of the illuminating torch light. 

Breathing the fresh scent of meadow, their heads turned from left to right. Even after waiting for hours, they didn't saw any peacock their.

She sighed, he wished for some miracle but then miracles happen when you least expect them. 

He wanted to hold her shoulder and confront her, but then he avoided the touch, as he was not familiar with the fragility of her emotions.

He motioned her to go back, when she dashed with him in the dark light and the torch fell on the ground, facing towards the lake, making a ascending broad light reflection on the surface of the ripple free lake. 

He raised his hands in the air and smiled sheepishly and bent down to lift the torch, when he heard a sound of someone stepping onto the dry grass and his hand paused within inches of the light and his head turned with his eyes travelling gradually towards the ascending light wave reaching at the other side of the lake. His pupils adjusted to the light and her hand travelled to her chest and she held her breath. 

Leaving the torch down, he gradually raised his body up and stood next to her with their eyes mutually staring at two blinking eyes like stars at the eye sight, staring at them.

His hand slipped around her and she sniffled closer and they breath heavily. 

Another sound and a beak was scantily illuminated by the light of torch. Reflexively they stepped a little behind, when slowly the peacock stared at them and flowered his plumage, radiating a light similar that to the moon, and the plumage as it rustled, shimmered and the serene water had the ripples running to their direction with even the trees swaying along with the frosty wind that wafted the frenzy scent of unique to something undiscovered. 

As their eyes adjusted to the increasing light, she closed her eyes and burried her head into his arms with fear, and he raised his hand and cover his eyes with the back of his hand, still trying to sneak a look through his one eye as what that peacock looked like, failing to the attempt her held her close to him and in an entourage of the enchantment they found themselves to be connected to each other like never before. 

The eccentric occurrence lasted for a few seconds and they opened their eyes to the silence of the backwoods and seemingly everything serene. They sought for any clues with their messy minds. She still in his arms, he looked at her into the eyes.

So the legend was true, her heart is pure and her soul is clean, he thought with the every breath he took.

So the legend is true, his heart is pure and his soul is clean, she thought feeling the urge to blush and never step back from his arms encircled around her.

When he was least expecting, the innocent feelings of love were seeded into her heart. 

The ones who had walked in the backwoods as friends, walked out with a miracle stuck into their minds that came their way, beyond the anticipation of either.

After many years of their marriage, narrating the same story to their grandchildren they say, the have the same perspective of the story.

Weather or not that was a delusion but a miracle did came their way, their enduring relationship and a sacred bond of marriage.

- Hrishikesh J C

Oh dear come near, i have been waiting for you

Years and years passed by, still feeling the same for you,

Lets get back together now,

Even the time is passing through 

Holy bell ringing right from

Above the church,

Telling me as of now,

That my wait for you is over,

I hope, with in my hand a lily flower.

Sky is grey, in the church they pray to the lord,

Its the same as it was before you were gone,

Even the wind sways these days,

At the direction you walked away.

Now oh dear comeback please,

Holding my breath i stand freeze, 

just for you. 

Hollow space in my life soon to be filled,

Empty as bin oh my mind, gets something to think,

Just one step closer when you will walk,

I promise will have one of the best talk.

Oh dear come near, i have been waiting for you

Years and years passed by, still feeling the same for you,

Lets get back together now,

Even the time is passing through.

- Hrishikesh J C

When i close my eyes,

I see you say me something,

But that is horrible,

Cause that whisper is just a good bye.

Baby i don't understand this,

How i am gonna tell you this,

That you are such an angel and the reason for my feeling of the bliss.

When i start a chat with you,

I run out of words to tell you,

That is because, the only thing i wanna tell you is how abundantly i miss you.

I am sick of these, these sleepless nights,

I call it something, something known as a love bite.

Baby you should know that whatever i say, 

I always say it true,

Cause theres nothing in this world,

Which i love above you.

I did not believed in angles,

Neither did I believe in absolute being,

But that was just, until i met you

I know that you are the one for sure,

Looking at you made me lure.

If you could just give me one dance,

Or not so then even a glance,

Will be okay! 

I say it loud, nothing to fear about,

I say from the bottom of my heart,

Here stuck is the one with your name Dart,

That i love you, now, then, beyond and forever ever more.

Seemlesly and unthinkably always,

So much that you may not even have a simple clue.

- Hrishikesh J C

The moment you lit that light,

During that cold chilly night,

And when you sat besides me,

That let all my worries flee.

I felt as if you, you were the queen of the east,

You had the power certainly,

To let calm down me,

Cause i seemed to be like a beast.

And when you spoke to me furthermore,

I don't know how did i grasp that quick,

I just could not resist anymore,

Anymore from you being adored.

And thus was this simple heart,

Tricked into rhyming down its beat,

Even my brain took a pause,

How so fast u chiseled me away from my pain,

Without let my heart drifting apart.

Your words were certainly like a chime,

Those certainly put back my heart in rhyme.

There were those days, we were near

Yet i had this strange and weird fear.

Fear of season to change,

Thus letting the summer come to an end,

Which would drift apart me and you

Though we were never a we,

You have been so so close to me,

That no one ever could be, 

As close as you i guarantee.

- Hrishikesh J C

 

When we met, that was the day i thought i had a date.

You being the modest girl,

And me being the demurring boy.

Yet we met, which was the sign by the mighty fate.

As then then the talks got more intense,

I could surely complete your next sentence.

You had the most pretty hair,

Those had the crimson shining glare.

And when the wind gust made them swirl,

Even the tulips seemed so dull,

That was the time when i came to know,

That i fell deep into your love.

Baby that was exactly a five,

All i did not wanted to say was bye.

What they say is true, sometimes I believe 

That best moments are those which make you laugh,

But also in the end they make you cry.

Cause those ain't happening again again,

But I believe, oh i do i do certainly do,

That thats not the end,

Instead good times are further to begin. 

- Hrishikesh J C

A new mornin...

Multiple thoughts, over and over again about the same thing. It's like eating the same rotten food for many days. Human brain has enormous capacity, its not meant for keeping rotten things in there. 

Well, thats a little scientific part, in a way, and i ain't a nerd. So i would rather stick to my philosophical part😅.  

So what we always try to do, is keep on over thinking because we are searching for something, that something is a new sunshine. But we think that some or the other person will come and open the curtains for us while we are rotting the things lying on the bed. But that ain't gonna happen. Its not a movie, its fucking serious life.

We have to move our asses, and open the curtains. Wake up early morning and feel the breeze, the fresh air, the air full of hope and probably lesser pollutants. That serves as an appetiser for adrenaline rush. 

If you are searching for the new morning, wake up before your alarm fucks your mood and open the curtains yourself, and feel the heat by stepping out in the shimmering beams of tender early morning sunlight.

- Hrishikesh J C