CHERISH with HARISH

National Institute of Design, Ahmedabad, 2009. It was 1:30 at night and after a tiring KHEL session, I was sitting with Sambit at the Faculty lounge talking about a play which my friends in my graduation college (MBICEM) had performed. I had written and titled it 'YANTRA', but I was sad that I could not see it. Nishtha Paliwal had directed it with some friends and I was sure that it would have been nice, but I always wanted to see my upcoming 'PRODUCT' live. That silent spring night, Sambit, like a good listener asked me what was the play about. So, I narrated the whole idea of the play and he liked it and the first reaction he gave was that as it was a rural story, and it should be called 'YANTAR', and not yantra, which was a pure form of the Sanskrit word. I liked it and with those thoughts we entered the NID NIGHT-MESS and had chai. With time, I came up with more plays and films and other assignments and as I moved ahead, the play was shelved but I kne

That winter morning, I waited for it to reach my window, Every moment felt like eternity, it just reached my window pane, and my pains vanished, the birds who were waiting like me, flew together, in lovely patterns, which just happened. There was joy, as the sun reached the earth, the flowers opened up again, in those long 8.3 minutes! (- Khs, November, Delhi)

Rama returned from a war, to see light, but, he experienced, loud sounds, he was in two minds, should he come back or stay in Lanka!

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I slept late at night, I woke up late in the day, But I had missed the lovely SUNRISE! I had..." -khs, 2015.

I sat down sad and dejected, at the tragic fact that the sun goes down every day. Why? But the poor, old man on the bicycle, stopped, smiled and said, "Don't be so sad, sir, It rises every day, EVERYDAY... "

"The kid always wondered, what lied beyond the horizon, he asked the mother, who had no answers too. They looked into the horizon, together, looking for answers!"