DHARMAPUTRA GETS CRAZY

"Don't go", she said. I turned back and smiled. I looked deep into her eyes, and even without opening my lips to utter a word, she seemed to understand what I meant. We always had such a good connection, at least in the past. I stood there for a while, perplexed, confused or may be in retrospection consolidating what happened a few hours ago. In my thoughts, I was speaking to myself, screaming at times. "Don't trust people, don't open up, don't break your moral code of silence, omertà, yes! That's what they called it in Spanish. I vividly remember from the cover of the book that was kept on my seniors table". My mind drifted away for a moment, then again I heard a constant chatter inside my head, "You are an introvert and you should remain as such. People like you are meant to be alone. They are not made to live like normal humans. People like you can't laugh, share bond or be trusted." I said, " May be we are manufactu...

Today, I saw my grandmother after 2 months. I always have been very much closer to her. It would not be wrong if I call her the angel of my life. So, when today I was dropping her at New Delhi Railway Station, a strange emotion shook me up. I instantly travelled back in time to the era when I would have been 6 or 7 at most. I could feel the same old me. She was travelling towards the station with my uncle. I stood there and watched her mix into the crowd. Then, I had the strangest of the sensation. I felt like holding one end of her saree and walking behind her and felt like crying as I used to do earlier. Just then I thought of these lines, " There is still a child inside me".  As soon as I got back home, I started working on this piece. I know for my entire life to follow, this would be among the best piece of work written by me.  There is still a child in me ___________________________ I am little now,  Playing in sun all the day, ...