I got a call on my desk.
‘Whose no. is it? I got a missed call from here’
I knew I hadn’t made any calls that day.
‘When did you receive the call?’
‘Some time back’
‘Your name?’
‘This is Shyam from Bangalore’
I tried to figure out if I did make any calls to any candidates for interview…
Ok. I understood. He is a junior of mine from the institute, now living in with his girlfriend, also his batch mate. They must be together now for more than 6/7 years.
I had called her almost a month back and she had called me too regarding some urgent work. After that we haven’t spoken.
‘Shyam, hi, its me. it must be a call from last month…’
‘Oh yea, ok, I din’t check the date in a hurry. How are you, whats up etc.’

I get the picture alright.
Shyam must’ve found my no. in her cell phone bill and he was only spying on her.

Men. They are all the same.

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The Taj

I've been longing to see the Taj Mahal since years.
Made plans many times and reached till Delhi but somehow couldn't go ahead. Guess there had to be a time when I would see it.
So finally it was time.
So far whenever I though of seeing the Taj I always thought of it as beautiful, marvelous and thought I would be spellbound when I see it. Or I imagined I would even have tears in my eyes looking at the white monument of love.
When I actually saw it... it was nothing like that.
Beautiful? Yes.
Marvelous? Yes.
But that's all.
Or probably I needed to spend more time with it to really understand it.
Guess I needed to be with it to know how beautiful it is, to let it speak to me and touch me.

The Taj... I do find it like love. You get too close and it surrounds you so much, you can't see. You give distance, let it be on its own and then you can actually see for what it is.
The beauty of the Taj isn't in the monument. But go little away, see it with the landscape, on the banks of Yamuna or in a landscape filled with people doing their chores and suddenly you feel it, it speaks to you, touches you and you love it.




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