A void soul

All the search is in vain, 

For He is not to be seen again, 

Nor to be heard of... 

The aching heart may-

Never recover from the pain;

Pain of unreciprocated love... 

Of the lost melodies, fading memories and soulful reminiscence... 

Choice!

 

There was once a very generous queen of a very wild world. Her subjects were very loyal to her and were ready to obey her rules. The kingdom flourished under her reign. There was peace, prosperity, and joy everywhere. Every new child born in her kingdom was brought to her to be named. She named them Rose, Jasmine, Daffodil, Joy, Love, and Kin.

Once, the priest of her court, who happens to be a jackal, asked her if she is contented with what she had. She said yes. She was happy and contented for her citizens are living merrily.  He then told her since she has taken good care of her province it is time that she should live for herself too. He asked her to find a better half for herself. 

Now, she was perplexed. She has not thought about it all this while. No one told her it was necessary. At first, she ignored his suggestion. But, later on, she felt miserable. She felt that something is missing in her inner self. Some void IS there!

And, that's it! She left out on an expedition... to find the love of her life. She travelled far and wide. She was tired from the reckless journey. She was exhausted. Alas! she could not find a good match. Her long wait turned eternal. 

And, her mighty kingdom was long lost. Maybe the jackals rule her subjects now. God knows!

 

Recharged!

Finally, after long days of brewing and failing, I got my potion.
This is it. This is life's perfect blend. The divine bliss!

A little piece of paradise!

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There is a little piece of paradise inside me. Sleeping in there is my love angel. Dreaming and smiling all through the day. Touching the edges of her paradise with her little toes and fingers. Waiting for the days of sunshine and love to come, she lay there as a pure divine bliss!

A thousand splendid suns

A thousand splendid suns.. And one among them is Khaled Hosseini..

A beautiful story..rather a common one in any war front..

The story has a women face which adds to its beauty.Her emotions are yours also. You feel you are Mariam, you are Laila and you are the little Aziza..

Read and feel the book.. It is really touching.

The White Tiger

7 Indian nights.. :)
Well.. writing about 'The White Tiger'.. Still, I dont know how to conclude it on a review, as the story continues.. And it continues till the end of B'lore or the end of India or the end of everything good. Or everything bad? Still I'm not sure..
It's very much a story of today. And today's stories are not fairy tales, they are rather epics.. Each man's journey from Darkness to Light is an epic. Is it Light?
Anyway, one is "excused" after cutting one's master's throat, only because he was able to get hold of the "red bag" of his master.
Corruption. Corruption is the mathra of today's India. Corrupted to its root. From sweeper to minister, from havildar to IG, every level of India was,is and will be corupted. Well.. India doesnt know how to live without being corrupted.. So let's make a moral deal..
And Adiga is far ahead saying that India's revolution will have to come from somewhere else, not from her innerself..