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हमेशा की तरह

ज़हन में बसने वाली
बहुत दिनों बाद
झुंझलाई सी
आई, और
धम्म से
तुनक कर
बैठ गयी;
और मैं
हमेशा की तरह
निहारता रहा|

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As long it serves your purpose

it’s so easy say

“I’m like this!”

Cared for and nourished

with love

you know when and where to strike,

plunder and ravage;

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My heart nearly stops

beating at each

clashing ring and the

guts coiled

tightly threaten

to painfully push their

way out.

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“Did you change the world, my love?”

“…every little thing that happens to people remains with them throughout their lives. Every experience influences every choice. In case of traumatic experiences, the past occupies most of all the space available in the present.”  – Lars Kepler, ‘The Hypnotist’

As I sit in this depressing place inhabited by mundane sounds and people, I feel like an old piece of furniture from a by-gone era, occupying precious space, but kept only because of its socio-sentimental value.

Somehow, I cannot pinpoint the time factor of these happenings but I am certain that they are real fragments of my life.

I only wish I could remember when and where? But my head begins to ache if I try too hard and…

I try to reach out again…I travel.


Long bus journeys tire me and I always land-up with an aching back. The cramped leg positions trigger knee and ankle pain. Visit to an orthopaedist and eventual x-rays had revealed old fracture marks. Fractures! When the hell did I break my bones?

The bus jolted to a stop and I came out of my reverie to find a young girl looking at me with curious eyes that held some recognition. Did I know her?

Feeling a bit strange I turned away to peer out at familiar sights. Familiar? Where was I?

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It’s got to do with smells!

“Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?” – Henry Ward Beecher

Books, plants, wildlife and journeys – though not necessarily in that order, have been wonderful contributions from both sides of my family

Way back as I can remember, I always seemed to have been excitingly swathed by books, magazines, forests and music. These were my refuge from the world. I even had a favourite tree where I had built a machaan and invariably that’s where I would be found, lying on its rickety but firm floor, reading a book or just ‘wandering’  from an elevation and stepping  into another world all together. It was marvellous!

I need to find a tree.

There is no doubt that I have always been closer to my maternal family, but this passion for books comes largely from my father and my uncle – my mother’s eldest brother. Both travelling in some other space now and I hope that they have blue skies, a book and a tree wherever they are.

What a mesmerizing childhood I had! When I look at the younger generation these days – I wonder if their parents even realize that they are attempting to give their children everything except the skill to read. And yes, I am so glad that there was no TV, no FM radio, no mobile, no video or cassette player when I was growing up. I was surrounded….and when I say surrounded, I mean ssssuuuurrrroooouuunnnndddeedddd with images that enthralled me. There was nothing more exciting than waiting for that next issue of the exceptional number of children’s magazines that were available – Bal Bharati, Rajabhayia, Chandamama, Young Classics and later Indrajal (I still have the first 50 issues)…yes, we were allowed to read comics!

As one grew older, we were introduced to the tilismi world of ‘Chandrakanta’, ‘Bhoothnath’, ‘Sagar Samrat’, ‘Lal Panja’, ‘Kala Chor’, ‘Safed Shaitan’ – espionage and science fantasy novels written first by Devkinandan Khatri and later by Durgaprasad Khatri. The Harry Potters of today are mere shadows of these masters. Add to this list the gripping tales and escapades of Biggles, Sherlock Holmes, Fatty, Famous Five, Secret Seven; Wilkie Collins, Marriot, Dumas, Tolkien……the inventory is endless! They were full of magic and fragrance!

I think it’s got to do with smells.

Once somebody came to my house and looked at the collection of books I had in a room and said, “Don’t worry if you can’t get a regular job, you can always sell these books and make a lot of money!”

It was one of the most idiotic comments made. Sell my books? Sell my books? Sell my books?

Why would I want to sell my books! Oh, I do agree that there are still some books with me that I haven’t read completely…but it’s like, love…I am slowly falling in love with these books and waiting for the right moment to know them better. I keep them next to my pillow; look at them every day; open them at random; brush my fingers over the print; caress the book; allow my yearning  to grow; inhale the essence, and yes I guess, then it is love and it is got to do with smells.

If you really care to think about it, love is a smell.

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