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" And thereafter the Genie granted Ali's wish. He ran into the ground to catch miraculous and extremely tiny white candies. The moment he caught them, they melted. It was a game. A game he had never played before.  Genie watched the evolving happiness on Ali's face. Now the Genie's account had turned empty. There were no more wishes to be granted. He had fulfilled his term on this earth. It was his last to grant somebody happiness. He would then move back to 'Parilok'.  Ali looked up and opened up his mouth wide. He could feel the cold porous candies into his mouth. Soon after, by the evening, the ground transformed into the view of an unbroken sheet of white. Ali made sure he does not slip on this grand mat which he had just put his foot on.                 'Slow and steady, Ali.'       Genie asserted. Ali felt a mild hit on his shoulder, of something, that split into pieces the moment it hit him. He glittered at how the 'big candy throw&

And Ruskin Bond in his every second chapter spoke about Barbets. Rain in the Mountains. A Barbet. What was that? Something I had never heard of. I googled and found a bird I had never seen in my life. And as Sir Ruskin spoke about it again and again, I began to look here and there thinking if it can be found in Uttarakhand then Himachal Pradesh can be no less. One fine day, sitting under the partial shades of Deodars once again in Dalhousie, I was swinging to and fro. Quiet and all by myself, I glanced at a bird flying from the top of a Deodar to the other. It was far enough for my eyes to recognize what flew but I could ensure it was green. And felt overjoyed assuming I spotted a Barbet. I began to look for it daily but to my disappointment I never spotted another. I shifted to Mandi with my friends for two months due to the purpose of training. A ten minutes walk to the office from home, that is how it went. Once we were walking along the road and just one turn ahead of my home

As if he is a mirror Shiny as it looks Attractive as it cooks. The closer I move I see. My reflection speaks to me My conscience shows me. He acts like a merry-go-round But holds a storm in whorls No peace, no sound. His fist tightens at its best But, the slippery sand Can no way be possessed. The closer I move I drool. At the smile that he pastes Appears like a pastry Of an unknown taste. The layers buried within Have been put up in much haste. Locked or Puzzled? This reflection, a jigsaw. The closer I move, I observe. A grim sea. An abandoned boat. A shore ringing with silence. Loud, So loud! Something holds by reflection back Keeps it low. The closer I move, I find. The deep waters I am swimming in For how long? I do not know! To look for a clear sky To rise past the dense crowd And smear brightness On my old rack. The reflection, he is Pushing the waves of sadness Back and back. Tirelessly.

19-07-16 Today was the fourth day. I hoped to see him because I did not find him past three days. But I had no clue how to get to see him. I had to leave tomorrow. Today was the last day. I thought he would come to play with my brother but my brother went to the school grounds in the evening. And this way I lost the chances there as well. He being the last thought and the consistent note in my mind, I moved towards the front car seat. The car moved with continuous patches of breaks being applied because so many school children were moving on the curvy slim road. Yes of course! It was 3:30 p.m. There was flood from the gates of The Sacred Hearts'. And coming towards, I found Imraan with a group of his friends. He kept on looking at me till the car moved past him maybe in an attempt to recognize me. I gave back a smile so continuous while my eyes were scanning his friends in order to find him somewhere. He was not there. I felt disappointed. It dawned upon me that maybe this time

Love? What is it? Is it that you begin to enjoy talking with...? Or Is it the amazing course of dreams in the sleep? Or Is it a bond where distance and silence turn the things more sinister by the minute? Or Is it the dire wish to keep your eyes closed forever? Does it cease the sleep off your nights? Or Does it let you doze off as if alcohol in your blood? A natural calamity? A mishap? An earthquake inside? Or a flood? What is it? Is it a thought so persistent that while focusing on your work it doesn't sway you around but is back as soon as you're off your job? Or Is it a misleader that whirls your mind upside down? Is it a constant stream beside which a saint ruminates? Or Is it a prince with a golden crown? Is it the joy of an endless wait? Or is it the half cut cherry on the top of a cake? Is it like a novel which you can't get over? Or Is it a habit of repeatedly reading and never get tired? What is it? Is it as colourful as a rainbow? Or it doesn

Sitting under the partial shades of the Deodars, I can hear some caws little apart. Can see a pair of white butterflies frisking over the green roof. I am swinging. I can sense the wild breezes, mild but enough to mingle with my hair. Girls from Sacred Heart's are singing - their voices diminishing and blurring from behind the thick growth of the 'green'. To everyone's pleasure, Dalhousie doesn't seem to have yet got strangled in the chains of extremities in climate. We still do not possess fans in our residence. The residence is so designed by the good old Britishers that we don't feel much hot but yes cold during the peak winters. That has a solution though - fireplaces.  Some insects crinkle over and over I haven't been able to trace. Monkeys, grasshoppers are a frequent guests but these insects seem to sing much wider part of the daily chorus, latently.  No one to talk with, I am all by myself reading and writing under the  blue sky with patches of

Dear Racquet, I was quite reluctant when we started. You, a long shaft with an oval header, Me, a fat head, fashioned in feathers. Amazed by your rudeness, I clenched myself into a struggle, and Be in the game, the fight, the juggle. But this game, a great gambler, Turned my ramblings into cold cinders. They say you are mean, They call you ignorant, but, I swear to God, you're a beauty With your aura, an enchantment. Your tough look, I can bear it all. Your sleek style & your patience A wonderful sprawl. So no matter how hard you hit me I'll keep coming back to you. Every time you knock me down, I fall & I'll keep falling for you. Our match is a mismatch, They say we can't be together. I am wounded when I'm smashed Through your mesh as hard as leather. But no third line toss  Can blow my love in the air, I can land perfectly in your tensed strings & let your hit be fair. Neither you can a

Resting in the rush of the gifted settlements by the river 'Ravi', the Lakshmi Narayan Temple Complex has been radiating sanctity over the 'Chambyals' since heaps of centuries. The Nagara style in which the temple has been achieved dates to the good old Indo-Aryan style of Orissa. While many of the attributed components of a typical Nagara style temple such as Ardhamandapa (Entrance Hall), Mandapa (Hall), Mahamandapa (Great Hall), Antarala (Vestibule) are observed to have been omitted, the Adhisthana (Base Platform), Urushringa (Secondary Tower), Garbhagriha (Inner Sanctum), Shikhara (Central Tower) are the constants. The wooden umbrella roof itself marks distinction holding the Amalaka (a stone disk) crowned with the Kalasha (Finial) on its top and responds to the local climatic behaviour. Floor communicates by adding kinds of ascends in the movement and likewise, the temples appear in a progression. LAKSHMI NARAYAN TEMPLE COMPLEX, CHAMBA What seize away the bli

They mumble first Roar then The Breeze turns fierce They hide the truth And pretend to drop Some water-like pears. That poor fellow surrendered To Their wrath His tinned roof. They spare, not a leaf They trudge Leaving a proof. Their Chieftain robbed Every home Stole away the peace Gifting its fury along, and  A nightmare to every sleep. They thunder their dominance And make it a real downpour Shackles of tribulation Seeping aside Some bulleted guidelines leaping to haunt. It's a Storm. Inside and Outside.