CHERISH with HARISH

So, I took a huge break. This was not intentional but it just happened. From me getting my knee operated to me getting busy in a shoot to me falling in again, this was not meant to be intentional. It just happened. But now, I am back in Mumbai (formerly Bombay!). I am back in the chaos which I had left about a couple of months ago. Mid-way, I got ideas to write and I wrote too. But you see, I was too tired to come and put it up on the blog. So now, I am going to post all of those poems and short stories on the blog. Ye :) And then there is this new book of poems- Well yes, I have developed a new stule of poetry which is kind of unusual (and strange), I'll share poems from that book and your reaction is welcome. t's just strange and weird for now. Thats it! So there are more plans (short films, photos, short stories etc) which I would be sharing from now on... So, Dear Readers... welcome to my blog...AGAIN  :)

It was raining that day, Right through the day, Into the night, It was raining that day. It reminded me of Aaji, Of her presence and her stories. As I thought more of her, I thought more of her stories, Of why did they end like the way she wanted them to? Or why did they end to teach us a lesson? Sitting at the window, I thought more of her stories, Of why did the tiger agree to get back to the cage, Of how could the Brahmin speak like a human-being, To that tiger, who had just jumped out of the cage, Of why didn’t the tiger protest? Or may be eat that Brahmin up? Why couldn’t the tiger protest? Aaji was not there to answer my questions, Some questions, stay as questions. With no answers, none whatsoever. Dear Aaji, Rest In Peace.