Happy birthday...

To celebrate a birth day.....
A candle light dinner on a beach resort can be arranged.
A birthday cake can be cut at 12midnight.
A bouquet of roses can be delivered at the door step.
A golden or platinum ring can be given as a surprise gift to stay together forever.
An adorable set of dresses can be a nice gift too.
An earring can be nonetheless apt to signify love.
A surprise visit to an icecream parlour could be wonderful.
A long, undisturbed drive at the dusk in a mild, breezy evening along a deserted road can be magnificent.
There are a thousands ways.....,
to celebrate your birthday....
to show love....
to express self.....
to mean you were the world....

But....
what can i do when you wanted me away from you?

No matter how sincerely and earnestly i want to wish you......
i could do nothing but stay away from you. To let you have unspoiled happiness on your birthday.

The rushing wind never stops to look at the falling rose petals.
Even when they fall none hears any sound.
go on..
go on...
go on....

17 years...

It was a similar Wednesday in the year 2001. That late evening was a little windy and mildly cold.
A comfortable day was drawing to a nervous night.

The expectations were too high to be met in a day's or week's demand. They were more about the rest of entire life. there were so many questions unasked, so many answers unspoken.

The words spoken that time did not communicate everything completely. Nor were they understood properly.

17 years had dragged on.

That fateful day still lives fresh in memory, though none such had ever repeated.

World has not changed much since. Even 2 days ago a life has been taken brutally right in front of his pregnant wife.

Stories such as these do justify the decisions taken that day.
Yet....., it is not sure whether these were the real reasons behind those tough and painful decisions.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAP….

a temple or a grave!

it was here some 16 years ago, it all came to an end. a swift and sudden fall.

standing below that arch, it was spelt at a time like that, it was dark and moderately cold.

revisiting the old grave was chilling, was haunting, was ominous, was painful and felt eternal.

if this description makes no sense, yes, that is exactly how it felt on being spelt.

trichy has a temple that silently hides a grave at it entrance, an emotional one, not a real.