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“ Bye mom” I yelled while I pulled my new bag over my shoulders and rushed out of home.the old one was much better .. more comfortable. Ill get used to this I thought. I heard her shout back warning me against being seen hanging around in the sun. I grunted and paying no heed to her words went out to meet my friend.

‘was dark and beautiful and bigger than most of the counterparts. the cliché ‘ tall ,dark and handsome’ always rang in my head when we were together… its been very long we had been together probably more than eight years and I clearly remember the day we met.-- my uncle had returned from his first trip to US and I had gone to pay him a visit. It was then we met and I had been in love ever since.. my parents had approved of it then, but lately they haven’t been very understanding.. They had even tried talking to me out of it.. and their reason being the looks are torn, battered as if ‘s been drunk and got into fights… but eight years is a very long time..

but then yesterday, while we were returning home, a speeding truck buzzed past me. I jumped at the nearness of the speeding vehicle and turned around to check .. but it was too late.. I had heard the tear.. there was my love torn in the middle and an arm ripped off.. my heart broke ...my bag.. my companion of eight long years.. right from the days in school… I held it tenderly and brought it back home….it wouldnt been the same...**sighhh...

IT CERTAINLY COULD HAVE BEEN......

As I waddled my way through the knee deep rain water trying to keep the not-so- nice thoughts of what-not disgusting solvents the concoction would consist of, I could hear the clear, unmistakable voice of my mum echoing in my head asking me how my day had been. The same soothing tone of hers when she somehow gets to know that something is wrong- hearing which I would just blurt out the problem that had been worrying me and somehow just as a miracle the solution emerges..

But now, she was not with me and I was putting in all my efforts so as not to lose my footwear in the water. But the echoing sound certainly had an effect and I couldn’t help murmuring “it certainly could have been better” and recalled my day or rather the not-so-nice events of the day …

I had to go to BHEL for my summer project and to start with, the friend with whom I had been going for the past 1 week had to attend more pressing matters and couldnt make it. So I had to go in the bus. But sadly I didn’t know the bus route to the place.

Finally, after bugging a couple of people at the bus stop as to which bus I ought to board, I got onto the bus that almost goes to the place(no direct buses to BHEL), beyond which I had to take a shared auto. But the auto driver misunderstood, and took me to the wrong place. After the blame game, I took another auto coming in the opposite direction which took me to the right BHEL. *phew!! (certainly not a nice beginning to the day!)

Inside the institute, after what seemed like ages, the paper work that had been pending for a week got over!! (I can bet that the snail would move faster!) a work that had to be over in an hour or so took me more than half a day!

Then comes the Guide!! Probably the worst part of the day! Nothing is worse than having a guide who would say that u would be lucky if u get an output! And then hands u that problem as your project! (he exactly did that!)

And then the rains... heavy rains with whirly winds and lightning and thunderstorm.. though the rains stopped , they left behind them the roads with water up to knee length and s bad traffic jam. Couldn’t take the autos either and I was around 1 ½ kms away from home…I decided to walk home and was waddling my way when I heard my moms voice echoing in my head… “it certainly could have been better “ I murmured again.

And suddenly a thought.. a forwarded joke to be more precise about a painfully optimistic man who always said “it could have been worse” struck me.. and brought about an instant smile. And precisely at the same time a raindrop fell on my forehead…like God wanted to tell me.. “yes that’s right.. it could have been worse u could have got stuck in the rain or the paper work wouldnt have finished at all or you could have got lost altogether but nothing of that sort happened!"

Thinking about it again, i guess i was just tested only upto the limit i could endure it ..so that i emerge stronger rather than break under the pressure.. probably It wasn’t that bad afterall…it certainly could have been worse...

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in the middle of the ocean at dusk

yes i am there being a witness

to the eternal love

of the sky and his mistress

the earth.

Far at the horizon

together they bond

and no one in the 3 worlds

can tell them apart.

the setting of the sun marks

the surrendering of the sky

of its spirit, its power ,its freedom

to the earth.

the gracious acceptance

brings out the better

the softness, the beauty,

the night, the infinity.

the rising would be

the earth letting go

of the sky

giving him back what was his

his freedom his self.

but the sky would return

bound by her love

day after day

time after time.