CHERISH with HARISH

9:45 am, Jorhat. Dulumoni ji got me my first cup of 'Laal-chai' (Black tea) and I started sipping it with ease. This is one of the few things which life in north-east has started teaching me. I am grateful! I have always loved reading books which take me to an era which I have always like to live. This era had always fascinated me. Though I would not imagine myself to be one of the heroes. I would imagine was during the time when the British ruled in India. I would always imagine myself as a third person, who would have a normal job during the times. I am presently reading this book: This third person could have been a mute spectator, in the form of a cycle rickshaw puller, or a small shop owner, who has all the time in the world to look at the things happening. Now, as I read the book and know about the British officers establishing themselves in the Indian sub-continent, I come to the present and look at myself. We are presently in the beautiful north-east, appointed

9th March, 22. Jorhat, 11 a.m. Hello readers, It has been a long time, since I uploaded my blog. I have been uploading my video blog, but I am extremely sorry that I did not gather attention to update this medium. So, talking about me,I have been pretty awesome. I wish the same for all of you too. Today I would like to discuss this interesting concept called 'LIFE'. This is in reference to an event which happened recently. I was at Guwahati and was having chai at a tea stall. An old man came in and I made some space for him. He sat down. The man was definitely not rich, neither was he poor. He thanked me and started sipping his chai. He sat down and asked me that was I new in the area? I nodded in a yes. I guess this is where the conversation started. He spoke about his family and his kids and grand-children. I told her about my life too. But she said, son, we are talking about our lives as different entities but are they actually different? I was confused. What kind of a

Writing has always been something which takes me out of this world. It is an act which is heavenly. I actually travel, sitting on the same seat. It is only when I write, that I realize that our mind is an amazing tool. It is so vast that it can take me to any corner of the universe. It actually disconnects you from your present surroundings and takes you for a celestial travel trip. Lately, I have been reading and traveling at the same time. These are processes which make me write more. For good writing, I need some encouragement, which these two processes provide, happily. I do not think I need any reason for writing. There are times when I write continuously, without a reason, and when I stop to look back, I realise that my writing is making some sense to me. Writing, for me, is the best form of meditation. To go deeper in writing, I would always listen to a long musical track, which I would not have to change. This process would churn out words, which I believe are golden. My re