learning and growing

I will try not to romanticize my stay and travel experience in Varanasi. I will keep it real. And here we start.  Last week of December 2024: So the train left the station at around 11am and we reached Varanasi at 6pm (same day). Nothing worthwhile happened other than me reading 'Harry Potter And The Prisoner of Azkaban' again.Also the man sitting right opposite to me, gave his Laddu Gopal to me for sometime. By sometime, I mean an hour or maybe a little more than that. Gopal Ji sat on my lap and enjoyed the scenic view outside while I tried to do the same.  After arriving at the station: Faced dirty, horrendous traffic. I booked a hotel via the Agoda app but couldn't reach the hotel via road or phone. This information is to communicate to my readers that I settled for far less than what I had hoped for. Let's not overlook the fact that I was already feeling very frustrated and angry at this particular moment. Mumma, as usual, was very poised and calm, outwardly. Got a ...

 I was late for the sunset So I wrote this poem; It's a peaceful evening  Or so it seems- Near the borders, I'm afraid It's dusky, dusty, fiery and grim.  The terror of terrors can't measure the ache Of lives,whose innocence  They crumble and break!  The unflinching cruelty of powers entwine To create a horrifying chime.  Who will respond to the laws of time that fade?  The earth shattering screech of the pandemonium is hellishly sacred...  Rusty randomness of my thoughts,  Artists the carelessness of my habits and tongue The randevous of happy imagination and fated outcome.  So I come to see the sunset,  To look for an answer that lies beyond In its absence I take my pen and write the words that pierce through And ME they taunt...