it's another day

...From the backstag......

One fine morning after four years of my birth, I wrote few words and called that a poem! My mother was convinced that her child would turn out to be a legendary poet some day! From that morning onwards I never stopped writing and painting.

My father, in spite of having the capability of becoming one of the finest dramatists of his time, ended up devoting his passion to building his son's future. Even today, his prime goal in life is to see his son as a successful writer.

They injected inspirations that ran with unbridled fervour in my veins.

I am indebted to my wife who relieved me of almost every household duty. Without this, it would have been very difficult for me to pursue my passion as well as do justice to my professional responsibilities as a corporate executive. My daughter's belief that her father is a great man boosts my resolve to attain greater height. My little boy's exuberance reminds me that life has just started...long way to go.

I am extremely obliged to Jayantada for recognising the goodness in my work.

I want to live in this very world for a thousand years and narrate all the stories I have and I shall have.

Finally, I am thankful to life that gifted me more than I asked for.

The The large framed man with neatly carved beard and a pair of expensive sunglasses snugly set on his slightly large but blunt nose drove into the parking area of the food mall. The swanky food mall by the side of the highway was situated adjacent to a petrol pump. The highway stretched infinitely in both directions cuddled by wilderness shriveled under the merciless glare of midday sun. The concrete road looked like a venomous snake wrapped around the poisoned earth stretching from one horizon to the other.

He was hungry as well as frustrated. This hundred-and-eighty- kilometer stretch connecting two major cities ran through arid lands and wild mountains. The dark brown mounds raised their ominous massive heads which solemnly towered over the thin winding concrete road. Sometimes the road looked rather delicate with respect to the rugged vastness under the deep blue sky. Blistering heat of summer singed every object exposed under the sky; but still there were trees and bushes as well as layers of grass which adamantly held on to their residual pale greenness. They sizzled but did not give up breathing. The pale struggling leaves gaped lifelessly at the smug and audacious sun hoping for better days. And...indeed better days always emerged from the glaring heat waves...every year better days emerged...it was just a matter of lasting till they emerged.

There was a cluster of petrol pumps and eating joints every forty kilometers span along the highway. The slogging and sweltering engines as well as stomachs were taken care of in these roadside clusters. After a halt of half an hour on an average to brace the gasping spirit, they dashed away along the concrete highway once again.

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