Today i had to accomplish the task of moving the bed and a big cartoon belonging to my friend to his house. While i was on my way back from office, i spotted a carrier auto parked at Banashankri II'nd stage. I asked for the driver to the man standing near auto. He pointed towards a tea stall. The driver seemed to be of the same age as mine, was a shade darker than me, a bit smaller in height and thinner. I asked him for the fare from kanakpura road to marathahalli overbridge. He informed me it would be Rs 800. Then i told him that the goods were to be picked up from my house at Gubbalala village. Then he asked for Rs 1000. After a little bit of haggling he agreed on Rs 900. I took him to my house. I started moving the bed and cartoon on my own. Seeing that he offered help. Together we moved the bed which had once taken four of my friends to move. Pretty soon we started our journey. He took me through J P Nagar. Earlier i used to think that i'm pretty much aware of that area....

Few people keep their emotions under hard shell and they never open up to any person, even not to those considered to be their closest friends. Everyone can be a part of their joys but to be a part or their sorrows, a really tough nut to crack. They might have opened up once to the special one but after that special person was gone from their life, they were closed for ever. Sharing is what defines friendship, so not sharing their all emotions in a way make them very unfriendly in nature. But this also can't be detected very easily. They would try their best to escape from any situation in which they might have to reveal their innermost feelings. They might be very good listeners and would be the unfailing mental and emotional support to their friends but their bonding is ionic is nature. They only listen to their feelings but will never disclose themselves. 

Whenever i remember my childhood, it appears to be very happy childhood. I used to visit my village very frequently which was hardly 20 kms from my house at Patna. We used to get an auto till station or Mithapur, from there we used to board a rickety bus, or calling it a bus would be huge exaggeration, tata 407 to be specific. It used to drop us at Punpun, a bazaar for our village and from there we had to walk 4 to 5 kms on foot. Remembering of Punpun, there was a grocery shop of Rashid Mian, where my father used to leave me when he would be shopping for the home and cattle. I was very patient child from start itself, i never complained for those hours of wait. Rashid Mian's shop had very peculiar smell of beedies, dried leafs with tobacco inside, that smell I even feel today. Then there used to be non stop songs playing from his sound box. Then there was Shankar, our charwaha, he used to work on our fields. When i was small enough I used to ride on his shoulder for the distance b...

"What is it, tell me why are you so dull?" he asked. She, with a very low voice, "Nothing, everything is fine." He reasoned, "Then why are you acting so weird. You are strolling alone in the garden leaving back your mobile as if there is none to care for you. It has been only three days since you have been left alone for some time. Friday I thought you will come back from the office and would be tired so i left with my friend. Saturday since we were going for rock climbing which obviously you couldn't do so we left you and today also you were so tired from the household work that i didn't think of bothering. I accept that these three days I have not even talked to you but there were reasons." She had always been a tough lady. After her childhood she had hardly shed any tears whatever might have been the situation. But today the shell across her soft heart was being tested. It couldn't bear the pressure and broke away which resulted in tears tri...

He was a guy who was least interested in his praises. Any words remotely related to his boasting discomforted him. His mother as every mother in this world was very proud of him. And in this pride they tend to hurt someone's ego. He had encountered one instance before. His mother in law in the excitement of praising her daughter had unintentionally made indications that his life would be very smooth because of her daughter and he need not care much. But this directly hit his ego as if he was not capable of making his life comfortable on his own. He and his mother were on a long journey on train. In conversation to the fellow passengers his mother was telling about him, "He usually travels by air but this time he couldn't get ticket on time so he is having to travel by train." She was telling a mere fact but she didn't notice that the fellow passengers were hurt. He noticed it. First he indicated through his eyes. Then he told her, "How many time have I told y...

He came out of the bathroom and dressed up in his non ironed clothes. She told him, "Please wear the ironed clothes.". To which he resisted as usual. She insisted, "You wear something else or give it to me, I'll iron them out.". Without any reason he started screaming and went back to his old nonsense reasons complaining, "Can't I even wear clothes of my choice". She kept on smiling like an innocent lamb. Then she came forward and tried to open the shirt herself, he pushed her aside tore his shirt which was bought by his brother for his marriage and threw it. He said with anger, "Happy Now." She with tear drops floating in her eyes as dew drops: What mountain did I ask you to climb? I had simply asked you to wear ironed clothes as you are going to be in interview panel. He: Love Dammit, love. Love is the thing every wife asks from her husband through all these small favors and that i'm incapable of giving you however hard I might try....