Hmmm, a year into blogging and things are still the same. I have been a curious fellow all this while and this time I landed up with varied dimensions of exploration, that didn’t seem to help anyway. I am still the same writer I used to be. The same name and the same style have slowly seeped in with time as my identity.
I still have those words engraved in my heart which I used for one of my posts in other blog of mine (café-xpression.blogspot.com and yeah it still exists). It was about Diwali and perhaps that’s why I sat down to write about Diwali all over again. I will just pick up the threads I left last year and it is not just about Diwali but about things which are more irrelevant than a festival that requires the entire family to be there at that point of time.Wait, did I say that I m still the same? I guess there was some error there. I am so sorry I didn’t realize or may I didn’t want you to realize that I, Piyush Singh is no longer the son of Mr. A. K. Singh, I am referred to as son of Late Mr. A. K. Singh. Things have been going the way they want to and I feel like I am waiting by the side of a bonfire. The fire has long gone and now I am waiting for the cool breeze to pick up ashes of the unexplained unexpressed and put it up on my face.
I was made the head of the family in a moment’s time. Over the years, I have been so used to my dad while watching him glued to his cell phone receiving innumerous calls three days in advance of the occasion and the gifts when piled up consumed a big portion of the house. This time, it is all missing. I, my mom and bro are there in their claimed secluded corners and we respect the sound of silence. We try our best to muffle the sounds of cries but if the other gets to know, we don’t react to it. Strange, we all are actors and wearing a smile every time is getting tough for me each following day.
Life seems to be an eternal stage play for me now. It’s just that I am not the one who decided the roles I should play. At one point of time, I was asked by someone to play the role of a loser and that was quite recent. I still could feel those finger prints on my cheeks. The tears that never ceased to flow and the burn marks on my hands are never going to fade away. More ever the wounds on my hearts are the ones that still hurt.
Things flashed by so right and so often in my teary eyes. The foggy evening of Delhi makes me all the more nostalgic and now I have got some memories that I can dedicate to Ms. (You Know Who) and the coffee bar near the IIT Gate. I have come to terms to it but still I am not able to come to terms with a lot many things. One of my production houses will be named as Kaveesh Productions. I have hurt people the extent of them being breaking down.
I used to sit down next to the big French windows of my house in Mumbai and would stare at the distant lights night long till they were faded by the glow of the morning Sun. I would wait desperately for those words which make their way to my heart and put me at ease with myself.
I didn’t even feel like looking at the mirror for a long time. Thanks to Vrinda, she has been a lovely sister and came handy. Indirectly, she did cast a spell of I would have given up. The major motivating factor was Shikha and the world she was leading me to. It was so close to me but the transition was painful.
It is Diwali season and the Idol buying spree will not be as good as it was supposed to be. Things have changed and so as the people. Home is not home anymore. It has been different all together now. Neither does he calls up, no matter how badly I expect it nor does he waits for me at the station. Anyways, I wont go on further in it and wishing you a Happy Diwali, it’s the eve of Diwali and I have to mentally prepare myself to live the legacy of my Dad and I guess I will be having a tough time sorting out the idols without him tomorrow.
Ooops, the power has gone and I guess I need to close it here. Argh, no candles too and I guess I forgot to tell you that’s because we are not celebrating Diwali this year. See, I told you, things are not the same.
A big hug and thanks to Shikha, for being around, for being mine and for being the most precious things to me. My dreams are exception. A kiss on cheeks and warm thanks to Vrinda, my newly found brand new sister for everything she does.
Life seems to be an eternal stage play for me now. It’s just that I am not the one who decided the roles I should play. At one point of time, I was asked by someone to play the role of a loser and that was quite recent. I still could feel those finger prints on my cheeks. The tears that never ceased to flow and the burn marks on my hands are never going to fade away. More ever the wounds on my hearts are the ones that still hurt.
Things flashed by so right and so often in my teary eyes. The foggy evening of Delhi makes me all the more nostalgic and now I have got some memories that I can dedicate to Ms. (You Know Who) and the coffee bar near the IIT Gate. I have come to terms to it but still I am not able to come to terms with a lot many things. One of my production houses will be named as Kaveesh Productions. I have hurt people the extent of them being breaking down.
I used to sit down next to the big French windows of my house in Mumbai and would stare at the distant lights night long till they were faded by the glow of the morning Sun. I would wait desperately for those words which make their way to my heart and put me at ease with myself.
I didn’t even feel like looking at the mirror for a long time. Thanks to Vrinda, she has been a lovely sister and came handy. Indirectly, she did cast a spell of I would have given up. The major motivating factor was Shikha and the world she was leading me to. It was so close to me but the transition was painful.It is Diwali season and the Idol buying spree will not be as good as it was supposed to be. Things have changed and so as the people. Home is not home anymore. It has been different all together now. Neither does he calls up, no matter how badly I expect it nor does he waits for me at the station. Anyways, I wont go on further in it and wishing you a Happy Diwali, it’s the eve of Diwali and I have to mentally prepare myself to live the legacy of my Dad and I guess I will be having a tough time sorting out the idols without him tomorrow.
Ooops, the power has gone and I guess I need to close it here. Argh, no candles too and I guess I forgot to tell you that’s because we are not celebrating Diwali this year. See, I told you, things are not the same.
A big hug and thanks to Shikha, for being around, for being mine and for being the most precious things to me. My dreams are exception. A kiss on cheeks and warm thanks to Vrinda, my newly found brand new sister for everything she does.
Always Yours
Piyush
