The 2 Extremes

Its an early morning for me. Beautiful, sunny and bright. I am ready to start a new chapter in my life. From the comforts of car I have moved to a city that gives you the comfort of a local train. I am nervous as the pictures of these local trains were not very inspiring. But I am determined that I will embrace this new city like my old home. I will love it, I will respect it and I will cherish my time here. I reached the station and I see crowd pouring in and out of the platform stairs. I could hear the mad thumping which would last only few seconds and then there's the silence. I realise everyone has already entered the train and they are well seated. I take my time to know which one is the ladies compartment and I enter with hesitation. I try to find some space to sit but who was I kidding. All the seats were taken. I took hold of the steel pole and stood firmly to start this journey of 50 minutes in train from home to work. There are 16 stations before I reach my destin

Driving back home is the nicest feeling after a long stressful day. I have been taking that same underpass for as long as I remember and nothing seems to have changed there. Its the same mosaic artwork of fountains, the same waves and trees and me at the same speed taking the turn. The radio is playing some romantic number if its a week day and there's crazy DJ remixing going on if its the weekend. Day after day; whether night or afternoon nothing on this road changed. But one night something changed...I saw something...I saw someone...I felt I saw some black shadows walking in great grief and pain. I ignored everything and continued with my routine and decided to never think of it again. Few days passed and I was driving back home during the day time; comes the curve on underpass I see those black shadows again. Now, I am a bit anxious. I don't know what to think anymore. I decided this time I will confront. I will drive really slow and I will look in the direction o

It took me 4 years to come back to a blog that I so wanted to write. Well as they say better late than never. So here I am trying for a comeback like an Actress in Film Industry after her maternity leave. This month is the Holy month of Ramadan and where I currently am, I witness the festivities that goes around this marvelous period of the year. The mall are decorated, the roads are lit up, people are happy and they are enjoying this time with their families and friends.  Roads are Lit up There's almost a pin drop silence in the malls in the morning and you can literally hear the sound of your own breath. The security and the staff in the stores are standing wondering why the malls are open when no one comes to shop at this hour. Let's just close the stores and let me go home and sleep. And amidst this serene, quite and beautiful mall you will have this one child who is going wild as he wants to run around in this open space. You know what parents let him run...th