Mid-day dexterity

             I wish there is someone who listens to all I got to say and doesn't feel anything about it. I just want to let go of everything that is running in my mind good or bad cause it isn't allowing me to be here right now in this day to live. I want someone one who would listen as if they are walking near a rail road and they don't give a damn about the noise of the trains.. Sometimes I feel like asking the day that when u r here why would you make me nostalgic. I m neither here nor there. I feel like a shaken champagne bottle waiting to burst.. I don't want people say anything back.. I don't want them to have a feeling for what I got to say because it doesn't matter to me. I don't want anyone's opinion. I can talk to the walls in my room but I fear those waves will keep echoing. I m feeling helpless about not being able to express.. I just want someone who could hear and take them and it never comes back..

Karthik Vasan B

Filter Coffee!!

            It is monsoon and it has been raining continuously for a week now. Although it is a beautiful sight to see rain falling down, I was bored sitting inside four walls and was longing to break the shackles to get out. A day after the propitious charm was on my side, I was ready to ride regardless of the Rain God’s plan. It was as if He was clearing the skies for me to ride n I was so happy as ever to ride my tiger. Its like dancing in the rain.. No surprise it was when it started to drizzle.. I was fully wet before I halted and what more warms us better than a filter coffee.. Just reminds me of the days when mom makes coffee for us on demand.. Unconditional love it was..  I thought it was worth a ride when I was sipping the coffee which reminded me of the love of the most beautiful woman. But the night had more to offer. The ride back to home was more awesome. I have never driven in such heavy rain. With the angel to watch my back I had nothing to worry about. It was much more beautiful to be in the rain with our loved ones than just seeing from a distance. The road was empty and lovely. There were only showers of love from the sky. I was driving slowly like I never wanted to get back home. With lots of words.. With lots of love.. With moments of silence.. This was the best ride I have ever had. It’s been more than four hours since I came back and it’s raining more than ever. I call this a shower of love. I m blessed. The more I m trying to live each day on its merit, the more special it gets. I m trying not to think about the past or the future. But years after when something somewhere reminds me of this day, I would smile to myself thinking how special it was. Filter coffee is the flavor of warm love this monsoon. 

Live every moment.

Life is beautiful.

Karthik Vasan B