My dream !

Sometimes, you feel like dreaming with your eyes open, only to make sure that you dream about it, with your eyes closed. Guess what, I intentionally started to brood over - My own little book store named - 'Quill's Confessions'. Yes, it might sound a little complex, but it does not to me. Actually speaking, there have been many times, that I have looked at a shop, eating place or corporate and thought, "Why such a name?". But, today I realize how do some names just resonate from one's heart.

Okay, so continuing with my fairy tale, the abbreviated pet name of it would be - QCs...The whole idea behind the thought is basically,my love for books (despite of the fact that I am unable to finish all the books that I have still 'unread' at home)! I want to be around the oceans of information, fascinating fiction, astounding real stories, the historical past and much more. The imagery created in my mind is vivid, with exactly the ambience, it will have!

Decked up with bean bags and rocking chairs, and sofas to melt in! Separate peg tables, along with adequate spot lighting, and green potted plants, and a soothing water arrangement along with fresh flowers. Wow, all what I want is, exactly a place I want to sit and read in. Also, as an add on, there would definitely be a small cafe, to serve coffee, tea and some snackers. I bet you are thinking, that this is Barista or yet another CCD, but no, am I to be blamed, if the best accompaniments with Books are actually small delectable bits. But, seriously dont dare challenge my culinary thoughts, and think about a banal snack menu. Not to forget, some music to refresh the environment.And only if, the destiny permits, I might just be inking my mind on paper, I mean, atleast I can give a platform to young budding writers and put their works on display in my cute little book shoppe.

Well, I just can't wait to turn my QCs into a reality... I wish I do..!!

In conversation

It is a beautiful morning, as I lie asleep,cuddled up in my cozy blanket, I am woken up by the invaluable and deeply missed yearns of my mother. With the sun basking the chrysanthemum filled garden, in its light. I leave the house in a rush, with blessings, wishes and love being emoted well by the eyes of my overtly sweet parents, and my little bro-my pet Crazy.And I undertake my journey each day,where I look forward to my targets, and to the methods taken up to achieve them and to a hope, which grows deeper each day, owing to the love shown by my near & dear ones for me.

But as I stand today, amidst a number of cars smoking away to their destinations, my eyes meet a pair of misty eyes. Yes, on the traffic signal, an old lady gathering herself in her tattered clothes, begs for alms. Her eyes tell the entire story of her desolate and despair filled state. A voice within me instructs, not to give money to beggars, but the human in me retaliates. Stranded in a place, where I can't buy food and give, the least that I can do is to give money.

I gave her a small amount, and rolled up my windows. I dont know though my car sped away from the scene, the feelings just trailed behind. I am still asking questions to myself ,
How lonely would she be?
How hungry would she be?
How cold would she be?
How hurt would she be?

With only questions and no answers... all I realize is poverty is god sent, I know, that we all are just so lucky, to be born in the homes of such sweet parents, who compromise on their dreams just to fulfil ours. I just pray to God to keep that old lady and all those in a similar state, secure, well fed and loved.
So the next time, in your conversations with God, when you complaint, just don't; rather, say a Thank You !!