It's been a long time I talked to you. It's true I miss you, more at some times than others. I always wished we could be together, somewhere, for sometime, just being us. You being you, me me and all that. But I am aware of the reality, the harsh reality that imposes its will on all of us. Sometimes we are okay with it, sometimes we drink it down with a gulp of ethyl alcohol or sleeping pills. But the fact remains that when shit hits the ceiling, the person who I want to be with, other than my family is you.
Shubhoratri...
I have a beautiful small house in the hills. It is about 3 km from Manali, in Himachal Pradesh. It is not much. Probably calling it a cottage is stretching it too far. I have got a couple of bedrooms, a small drawing room cum kitchen where we dine as well. There is storage and a small garage that is mostly empty. I have got another small room with just a single bed and a study built on the first floor. It is just about ten feet by ten feet but it has got a retractable ceiling and a wall made of glass with the rest of the roof being something of a balcony. This is the place where I like to spend most of my time.
In the front, there is a garden with some flowers in the front and trees lining the boundary wall. My mother has planted a few vegetables in the back that we regularly use in the kitchen. We mostly require only rice and eggs from the market.
A typical day starts with me waking up and going for a morning stroll. I often spend my nights in the room on the roof. So the first thing I…
In the front, there is a garden with some flowers in the front and trees lining the boundary wall. My mother has planted a few vegetables in the back that we regularly use in the kitchen. We mostly require only rice and eggs from the market.
A typical day starts with me waking up and going for a morning stroll. I often spend my nights in the room on the roof. So the first thing I…
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