thoughts from heart

       It was just another day for me. As usual I got ready and was waiting for my bus but things didn't feel right. The bus was crowded and everyone was having a gala time. Unable to join the crowd I opened my book and started reading.       But the characters seemed way to fake. I closed the book and started looking outside the window. Out of no where a tear fell from my eye. I didn't get the warning signal and soon alll the pain got its release in the form of tears.       But what was the reason for it? I'm in a reputed job even though it's not challenging but it's respectable. So why this sudden downpour? Was it 'cos of my failed relationship or the fact that I'vnt become a writer til now or that I'm sitting on a matrimonial chair but no success till now or I don't know what I want in life?      The tears didn't stop. I tried to shove them off furiouslly but they were more powerful. The bus stopped at a signal. Those were the longest one a

                 It was in a party when I first saw Meera. Who she was I had no idea. I didn't even know her name. It was much later (after exact 4 months and 19 days) that I met her formally. Before this she was just a woman dressed in white gown.                "Can I meet Mrs Mehta?"                I was locking my apartment when her voice greeted me. I turned around and saw the face that haunted me all this while. "No, she has gone to Paris."                And she ran away like a mad woman. I don't know why but I also went after her. After a while I saw her sitting on a bench. I made her sit in my car and brought her to my studio. She looked at my paintings and was impressed a bit. I don't know why I had brought her there, I never even let Sakhi enter that place. (By the way, Sakhi is my wife)                 "Meera, why you ran away?" I was confused a bit as I had no idea when she told me her name.                 "It's