Love Letter...

Mom, it’s me, your girl. 

I kept telling dad for days ‘I saw mom’, but he didn’t believe me and keeps avoiding my words, I guess by now he realized.  And mom, please save me from dad, I was not able to bear his so-called prose and poetry’s which he writes of you and believes you might read it. It seems somebody had told dad that conveying love through letter is cowardice that is why he is refusing to write to you and my dear mom, I don’t have any other way that is why I am writing to you.  I know you will read it.

          Sometimes, the place where I sleep vibrates and when I asked dad he told me that you're crossing him and he is pretending as if he is over phone, dad might tell you this sometimes later I guess.  And I asked him what is this place where I sleep and he said it’s something called ‘Heart’. How many days should I bear this vibration mom!  

          Take your time to accept dad, mom, but accept me in your heart, remember I am waiting for you my dearest mom.  Dad keeps saying that I am his vanity.  You will also feel the same vanity mom I promise.  Its boring here, this place, his heart, dad always fills with something which he calls it as melancholy and with lot of English characters, which he read in some or the other book.  I want to hug you mom, kiss you and feel your bosom.

          I heard dad once talking to himself, he said he will call you as enchantress and tell you that you have mesmerized him with your words and if you ask him what did those words did, he will ask you to close your eyes, grab you near him and kiss you in your cheek to say that you have chanted the spell which saved him from the vengeance of life and showed him what is life.  Oh God! Tell him not to talk more in poetical way, I was not able to understand and it’s boring stuff Mom.  And my lovely mom reserve some place for me to kiss you, I will love you more than dad, will you love me more that dad?

          Mom, I have to tell you something, dad is planning something.  He says he will call you in the midnight, and when you wake up to receive the call he will keep silence for sometimes and will give you three options of name to select for me and ask you a kiss with the answer.  If I could talk loudly I would tell dad “dad cool, don’t fly”.  Oh! I have spoken out the secret! That’s fine dad will think of something new.  And do you want that options, I heard when dad spoke to himself but I won’t tell you my sweet mom. 

          I heard talking himself, mom. During your marriage dad will come close to you and will whisper ‘I Love You’ in your ears.  He says that is the celebration of success of love.  Dad is crazy mom and he is crazy about you.  You will love his craziness.  Hey! I forgot to tell you something.  Dad said that I will have long hairs alike you, crazy walk alike you, I started loving you more mom.

              

          Beware of dad; anytime he may come tell you his love, he is a crazy guy.  Don’t show angry on him, take some time to think about him, and remember me. 

          When will you show me this world mom, I know both of you will fill my life with happiness as much love you are going to fill dad’s world.  Dad says when you carry me, he will read books for you and me, and when I kick you from inside and when you tell dad, show him the place he will touch and…

Hmm! Wait, I won’t tell you, secret.

          He either talks too much or stays very silent.  But lovable to me and I am sure will be to you too.  I am waiting for the days to fill your stomach, kick you from inside, to see this lovable world of my dad and eternal love of my mom. 

          I wrote in dad’s subconscious mind that you will love him; you will give him love which save him from all his pangs.  I promised him mom that you are my mother.   Now, Mom promises me the same to me.  I want to see dad via you.  I have seen you sitting inside dad’s heart.  I could not see him, when I asked dad that I want to see him, he told me that it is possible only by your mom. 

          He is not that bad mom; he is bit lovable and enormously caring.  I could not see dad crying, I could not see him if you didn’t accept.  Consider him mom.  Dad say’s he loves you from heart and mom I Love you sitting inside his heart and I can tell you that he is true.

                                                                 Missing you so much mom

Broken wand…

 Last day, I saw a wand, rose in color, horizontally broken in the middle, close to my eyes, stuck between my lashes.  In a second, when I was mesmerized with the beauty of the wand suddenly it started speaking.  No! Those are not noise of the ordinary speech but spells.  Alas! So far I heard only enchantress speaks the magical spells but here the wand spells the magical words. 

My saccades shifted suddenly to some earthly object, in that very few seconds both the pieces went wet with honey in which it is dipped.  Can honey be used as polish! Wonder, now the wand looks shining.  Hey!  Who filled the gap between the cracks with pearls?

I know the voice of the language which came reaching my eyes from the vibration of the broken wand.  Nothing looked like a magical spell and hypnotic but as if something stuck between the bride and the groom of my eyes, they stayed still without kissing each other.  Hmm! May be the wand itself is made up of the spells of the enchantress.  

What is the spell that grabbed my eye site to one particular dark point, the lower part of the broken wand?  Everything around me disappeared in the vanity of my eyes.   

Enchantress, wait, I have a question.  Why does a broken piece of a wand needs a crown in black? And why do people call it as a mole?

She Walked in my dream...

It's a dream.

A dream, which had had put me into a soothing melancholy.  If you promise me that you’re not going to decrypt this dream, I will tell you what it is and what it was.

In the Dreamland.

It was an early morning.  Horses of Sun were on its way to Earth.  By the river side he was sitting under a tree, thinking why he is there!

His ears caught something; there was a noise in the water.  It sounded as if the river was telling ‘do not go’ to somebody.  She arose from the water, came out wet, fresh, blooming.  Air was filled with wombling fragrance of beauty and womanliness.  

Ambiance changed.  His external and internal ambiance changed.  In the process of heating up the Earth, Sun heated up his thoughts and soul.

Few feet away from him, there stood a woman.  She was in her violet saree, wet, leaving her hands to the sun light to dry and below her leg knees to the guy by the river-side to shy.  Her beauty overflowed to its high, touching her thighs, blackish, silky, and not allowing the breeze to shake since the river played with it for a long time. Shore looked very bright as if Sun was lightened up by her beauty.  She glowed in the fire of the Sun.

O the Skin!  She looked as if she was made up of a blend of white Jasmine and softest Rose buds mixed with honey.  Hey what was that! Did the thrones has fallen in the blend by mistake! But that was a beautiful pimple in the left of the right cheek.    

O the lips! Is that a piece of an eternal fruit dipped into the grapewine for decade’s together or the broken wand of the enchantress of beauty.  Nobody will believe those are tiny folding in her lips but are lyrics which expresses the love of Kahlil Gibran.  Wow! What is that something hiding in the lines of the lips edge! A mole! Oh, is that is the full-stop of the lyrics!

He spoke to himself, “Who is she?” thought the man.  “Daughter of an Emir, from the land of love?” he questioned the air again.

She walked a few steps, holding her saree tight, white palms of her legs kissing the sanitized sand of the river side. 

O her Walk! Her hairs moved left to right and right to the left when she walked alike his mind wandering from her forehead to the tip of her leg and back to her forehead.  Crawling of a baby longing to walk to her mother’s bosom, she walked slowly, mesmerizing every piece of the sand.   

"The Sun is looking at her, the river kissed her, the sand touched her, and breeze caressed her"

“For the first time I need to believe the sun, the river, the breeze doesn’t have a soul, all those are non-living things” thought he.

He walked along her footsteps.  The soul of the river dropped from her hair drop by drop sufficing the Earth.  He called her, without name, in the name of love, in the heart of lust, in a passion of crush, in a longing of care.  She turned to him.  Looking at him, her heart beats went up.  Fever of fear caught her; chillness of the breeze increased her fever.  He raised his arms as if to allow her inside his bosom.  She bent down, her cheeks turned reddish, oh; wine too was mixed with in the blend!

A drop of elixir flowed from her forehead touching her temple, it ran down her nose.

O! Her nose! Let me keep at least this alone secretly in my heart.  

He went down in his knee, with his hand to catch the drop of elixir in his palm, which may put off all his burns of the soul, which will dilute all the acid he drank, which will cherish his life, and flourish his love.

The drop slipped from the tip of her nose tip, flew down and was about to reach his palm…

Somebody taped my shoulder “can you move and sit“.  I realized, I was in train compartment traveling back to home from office.  I woke up, moved a bit and the book I was holding in my hand slipped down.

I took the book from the floor, “The Beloved” by Kahlil Gibran.  

Please do not decrypt my dream.

I Wanna tell you a Love Story..

 …she is in her red tops and black jean; he is in his blue plain shirt and black trouser.  Her flying hair filled the air with romance.  Both of them are sitting in a roof garden of a restaurant, clock ticking 07.15pm. Her perfume blending well with his deodorant is making air pleasant; candle glowing between them and a feel too.  Light of the Candle made her face glow yellowish, beauty accompanied the glow with her and in his eyes, as if nothing else could blend with beauty and women other than candle light.  Darkness, mild yellowish light, company of a lovely girl, noiseless and romantic air, and heart filled with cheers all combining together is creating a feel in him which is not named so far.  It’s a mixed feel of love, lust, crush, passion, melancholy, thousands butterflies flying around, rose buds falling from above,  et cetra, et cetra. 

He:  You’re looking awesome today

She: Thanks for the compliment

He: I wanna tell you something

She: Hmm, tell me

He:  I wanna tell you a love story

She: I’m listening.

He: I know you will listen

She:  I know that you know

He: This place is romantic

She: Hmm.  Story?

He: The story is going to start here.

She:  thanks for that perplexity, go ahead

Silence prevailing.  One minute passed.  Both of them are not talking.

She:  Oh, Sad story?

He: ha ha ha..

She: Start no..

Phone is ringing. 

She: I’m in a meeting don’t call me for next one hour ma. 

Hmm start (switching her phone off)

He:  I’m goanna tell you a love story.  This is a real story of an old romantic man and awesome old women I know.  The story started here, in this same restaurant, may be the same place where we are sitting. 

She: Interesting

He:  He is 65 now and when he met his lady he was 25.  They have got a daughter who is 39 and a son who is 37. They have got grand children and they love their grand children more than anything.   They often tell their love story to their children and now they started telling the same to their grand children as bed time story.  That old man often tells that his love towards her wife is growing; maturing as the years goes on.  He takes care of his old women alike he took care of his daughter, whom he loved equal to her women.  He is always pride that her woman grows beautiful as grows old in age.  When he proposed her, when they were young, she didn’t reject him but kept refusing to accept him as she was so much close with her family.  She accepted him, in this very same restaurant.  He remembers the words he spoke to her on the day of his proposal dinner.  He cherishes his memory and he is now writing a book on their love and love life.  He did all possible magic’s to convince her family finally they too had fallen in love with him.  She loved him more when her family had fallen in love with him.  One day he took her to his home, suddenly.   He pulled her to kitchen and introduced her to his mother and confessed that both of them were in love.  Both bent down to get blessing from his mother.  His mother took some time to realize what was happening and finally came back to reality and blessed them.  She looked heartwarming, soft and sweet not only to him but also to his mother; his mother hugged her and kissed in her forehead. His mother immediately called his sisters and told what was happening.  His father observed what was happening but didn’t attire anything.  His mother called his father to bed room, after 15mins both of them came back and his mother asked both of them to bend down to get blessings.   Things went smooth which was not expected.   Finally they got married.  He filled her days with love.  Once, few months after their marriage, they went for a morning walk and while returning she told him that she could not walk since she was tired and this guy took her in his arms and walked kilometer to home without even feeling the people around them starring at them and when she reached home in his arms she asked “do you really wanna go office today?”.   And another day, she called him when he is in office and kept silence for a long time, he heard only her smiling sound and so he asked “what darling?” for which she replied “Now, say boy or a girl?”.  He dropped the call abruptly; she was confused, why he had cut the call abruptly.  In next 45 minutes door bell sounded and he stood with a basket full of flowers and with his arms open when she opened the door.  He lifted her to room from the door and a warm hug and a sweet kissed filled the air with love, the real love. He took care of her well, more than a mother, they both went for walk daily as per the doctor’s advice, and he read’s books for her at night for her to sleep. And the day came when he cried along with her in the maternity ward, yes; he stayed with her in the maternity ward, with full of fears, holding her hand tight and finally he bent down to her ears and said “Love you”, she closed her eyes and slept after her rebirth. They were blessed with a girl. They planned for a boy after two years and he was with her in the maternity ward even for the boy.  They showered love on their children.  They fought sometimes but their children never knew.  His daughter was very close to him and his son with mother.  He used to sit whole night looking at the sweet faces of his honey bunches, two children and his wife.  Nobody could have loved their wife so much as this guy did and she deserved it well and reciprocated. He was grown up in a different family environment where there was less conversation, less confession, less love conveyed, little bit of autocracy, so he learnt all ‘what not to do’ towards his children and his wife, he preached the same to many of his friends and he walked the talk.  He told their children all the short stories he did when he was in love.  Years slipped beautifully.  Their children had grown up.  His beloved daughter too had fallen in love with her classmate.  Her mother didn’t accept at first but her father solved the issues. His children got married.  After both their children got married they went for their second honey-moon.  Their children followed their parent in leading the life.  His children’s got children, yeah, He got grand children.  Old couple spent all their time with their grand children.  He grew older, she too and their love grew matured.  Once, at midnight both old lovers were sleeping, he told her “darling, my sweet darling,  I wanna die,  I wanna die when I am holding you in my arms, I wanna breathe my last breathe when your breathe is touching me.  You know, I lived life.  I lived my life, you’re my life.  I lived you. All the money, fame and whatever I earned is because of you.  You’re my everything; allow me to die in your bosom, listening my heart beat”.  She kissed him.   He had planned to pen down all the beautiful days.

She: Nice, mesmerized.  I wanna meet this couple, will you take me?

He:  are you sure?

She: Yeah.

He: ok, now get up, come.

She’s is getting up...

He:  Hold my hand and close your eyes now.

She: why?

He: please..

She: ok.

She’s closing her eyes. Now both of them are walking…

He:  Dear, now open your eyes slowly, watch the couples standing together, beautiful couple.

He moved closer to her. A mirror stood in front of them. Minute passed in pause. He went down on his knee holding a ring in his hand.

He: Allow me, let me live my life. Will you?

She:

A Journey, to God's Own Country..

 

Once upon a time, long long ago, so long ago many things happened, do not bother those things! But it was in 2009: six months after my breakup, I planned my travel to Trivandrum.

Gosh! Slip of the mind; let me correct myself, it's up after a break of six months; I planned my travel to Trivandrum since I got a job there.  I got a job there because I badly need to get out of Chennai else my nostalgia would have jeopardized me and screwed my 'something' which lies between my right and left ears.  Oh ya! Right, my Brain!

Hmm! Bad old days.

It was a Diwali day; I have to leave to Trivandrum to join my new job.  With no expectations, no goals, I got into Trivandrum Express.  Some sort of melancholy occupied me which drove me back to the day I left to Hyderabad for my first job; she came to my home with some fake reason and made my eyes wet with her tears saying "come back soon" (Which I cannot tell her now) and again waited for me in Chennai station to see and I faked my Mom and Dad, as if I went to get them platform tickets and went to see her where she as hiding near the ticket counter,  came back after few minutes caring her in my arms, virtually. 

Hmm! Good old days.

Trivandrum Express was about to start and everybody of my relatives, came to see me, me getting back to my journey, sighed by and my Mom shed few drops of tears but I don't want to tell her 'I badly need to stay away from all of you, only then I can go with my life'.  Train started, I went and sat in my seat.  I saw a pretty girl sitting opposite to me.  She wore blue jeans, white tops, tiny ear rings and a pair of shiny gold bangles.  She was fare and beautiful to attract any bloody with her awesomeness.  Yeah! Fair and awesome; opposite to me.  I tried to move my legs to accommodate myself in my seat and mistakenly dashed her leg with mine, so I said "sorry".  She didn't react.  She turned to her mother sitting next to her, busy talking with her husband, and 'husband' nodding his head as if he could do only that much. Usual right!!?. Her mother didn't turn to her so she again shifted her saccades to her right straining her watching the fast moving panorama, outside the train.  I watched her for few seconds unknowingly and she didn't dare even to turn her head to me but her presence created a pleasant and dramatic ambience soothing my melancholy.

I took out my old mobile phone from my bag and immersed my super computer into a terrific nostalgia reading memorable messages she had sent me during my first Hyderabad travel.  Slowly my hippocampus rejuvenate to recollect whatever I had had done to my life and my life to me.  I wanted to throw out all my memories out of the train along with the mobile phone, but, which I still carry.  I closed my eyes to stop memory over flow out of my eyes.

I heard a soft voice in Malayalam asking for water (No, not the Dam water).  I opened my eyes to look at her, she got up and trembled to walk in the moving train so I offered my hand to her to catch hold but she didn't care about me and walked out.  She came back in a minute I kept looking at her for few continuous seconds this time knowingly.  She saw me starring, she leaned on her mother and whispered something in her ears but her mother kept screwing her husband rigorously and didn't hear hear whatever her daughter whispered.  She turned away from her mother angrily.  I could sense she was angry and the same time frightened.  I thought I would not stare at her at least to make her comfort.

Hours slipped slowly;

It seemed driver finally looked into his watch and train speeded obliging Indian railways norms of promised 80km/hr (not sure on the exact data, sorry, please bare my knowledge).  She felt tried of being angry and turned to me at last, I half-smiled at her.  She didn't reciprocate but downed her head not to look at me.  'Girl' of her kind was always in my dreams.

It darkened and chillness grew respecting the November.  Her presence created some warmness in heart but I don't know occultism to transfer that heat to my body.  I shivered; I knew I grew weak in my six months home work.  Home work!! Yeah, ' wake up, eat late breakfast, watch television, eat very late lunch, watch television, never step out of the home, drink tea, watch television, dinner, sit still till 2 o' clock and fall asleep'.

I had my dinner in my upper birth and cleaned up the place and made my bed.  Looked at her to seek a glance at least from her before I sleep, but she was what she was.

I was sound asleep and suddenly I heard noises and voices, so I got down from my birth and saw a strange guy was standing and one of my co-passengers shouting at him in Sanskrit kind of language.  I tried understanding what the hell they spoke but every word went above my head in air in my sleep deprivation and that's why my co-passengers Malayalam seemed to be Sanskrit at midnight.  The air grew serious, many gathered. I asked my co-passenger "what's the matter?" who kept arguing with the stranger.

"This Scoundrel, sat next to a girl and tried to remove her shawl of the Salwar, who was sleeping three cabins away from us" screamed my co-passenger.

Suddenly the stranger went wild and aroused as if he wants to hurt the passenger who screamed at him.  Reacting immediately, I neared him and caught him tight.  Thank God my brain worked, in reflection.  He was not that strong and also smaller than me so he could not resist me. 

From the dark end of the compartment, a tall, gigantic guy came up and stood next to me, I freed the Stanger since he wasn't resisting.  The tall guy gave a strange look strangely and suddenly gave him a hot blow in his right cheek.  Stanger flew hitting the door and returned back to his position faintly.  Everybody around was shocked, I saw a strong swelling near the left eye of the Stanger, well deserved.

"Now, can someone tell me, what he did?" asked the tall guy to the air.

"Bloody! You slapped him without knowing the reason!" I thought.  I could only think those questions not ask; he looked gigantic.

No police, no TTR turned for a long time even after hearing all our noise, so people decided to throw the guy out of the train.  Hey wait! Before you file a case against me under section 303, let me let tell you what is 'throw the guy out of the train', train stopped in the next station and we pulled him out of the compartment.

I went back to my birth, slept well.

Dawn broke; I got up and come down to sit but was in hibernation mood.  Looked out of the window, a name board in the station read "KARUNAGAPALLI" meaning "Land of Black Cobras", sorry for that bad translation but that's all what my brain told me looking at name board in its hibernation mode.

 "Hmm! It's a wild start of the day" I thought.

"Patharam, Patharam" a loud voice screamed from the corner of the compartment alarmed me adding throatiness to the wildness for the start of the day.  All I know is "Patharam" means 'carfull' or 'be alert' or 'be alarmed' in Tamil.  I could not guess why the guy shouting, no screming "Patharam".  Finally he approached me and

"Patharam sir?" shouted in a humble voice with Newspapers in his hand.

"Damned! ‘Patharam’ means Newspaper in Malayalam, It seems my learning’s started even before I reached” I thought

Oh ya! I looked out for that pretty girl, she came down from her birth and sat next to me and asked her mother "Why all were shouting in midnight?".  I understood her Malayalam question since I could find some Tamil words blessed inside Malayalam.

"Nothing" replied her mother.

"A Thief entered into the train last night,

he planned to snatch the gold chains from girls,

and I fought with him,

threw him away from the train" I briefer her in my Malayalam.  Ya, Ya I spoke Malayalam; Tamil mixed with English.

"Oh! Really! So nice of you" she replied in her lovely soft voice and leaned on my lap.

"What are you studying?"

"First 'C' Uncle.  What are you studying?"

"I don't like to study dear" I laughed and kissed her.  She wiped her cheeks with her mother's sari immediately after my kiss.

Within an hour train reached Trivandrum Central station.

I started my Journey.

- Imedneo; that's for now i had, to write.-

Ouch! Did I write 'Imedneo'!  And are you wondering what the hell 'Imedneo' means?

Believe me, it means, it’s quarter to 2.00 AM and I'm dam sleepy.

- I'm done; that's for now I had, to write.-

KISS

It was yet another evening, at 0900pm, I started from my work station to railway station, almost frustrated with the lack of time for my personal work If you are/were not an software professional 0900pm might not be evening for you but for us, yes, it's evening most of the time. 

Many says, IT geeks spend a lot, wander around in mall's, hang out in theaters, waste time in coffee shops, for no reason drive for a long distance.  For all of those folks let me clarify something, we are in search of peace of mind and some happiness or a place for vent. Fine, let not get into philosophical details of IT life or at least it all depends on individuals.  

I took an auto to reach my station, by the way, my friend waited for me, on the way so we planned that He will wait near an hotel and we will go along.  Before I reached him, I called him to tell I would be there in 5mins. When auto stopped near the hotel to pick him, "can we get 0945 train, if we start at 0930 from the hotel in an auto?" asked my friend.

            He ordered some tummy builder for him and I picked two, three spoons from his plate since a roasted chicken filled my tummy near my office, a 5mins back I hired that auto. During the time we ate the talk a small, cute kid, a boy, ran crossing us and he was playing around the hotel without bothering anybody.  When his father caught his hand to drag him to the chair, the boy jumped to his father's finger to byte.  “I guess his father ate all his chicken” giggled my friend. 

            The Kid escaped himself from his father and walked crossing me, I took him in my arms and asked him what he wants, he didn’t reply anything but turned his head and showed the fridge next to my chair.  I didn’t understand him but my Meta-cognizant told me he want something from that fridge.  He jumped from my arms and ran to the fridge, opened it and took a Pepsi 250 ml bottle and walked towards me.  A supplier stopped him to take away the bottle from him; I jumped in to stop him from taking the bottle from my kid. The kid smiled at me.  

                       

            Oh! Did I say "My Kid"?  I know how much stupidity to say that, but that’s how I felt when I took him in my arms.  The kid, my cute boy, came to with the Pepsi in his hand.  I took him again in my arms. He smiled at me with lots of love. I could understand the love he developed on me within minutes. 

           

            I tried to scratch my hippocampus to compare something with the smile, my bloody memory could not find anything as such but something I could suddenly remember was the smile of my ex-girl when she said yes to me.  Ouch! Did I say "ex-", gosh! It’s just an interjection. 

           

            Supplier interrupted us again to get to bottle to open the cork; my sweet refused to give him the bottle and started crying.  I got the bottle from him and gave it that to the supplier and said loudly "Open it and bring it soon ", so that my sweet heart will continue loving me. Sometimes, we need to do this to retain Love. Supplier brought the bottle back opened and my sweet refused to get it from him so I got it from the supplier and hand it to him. Next few minutes he sat on the table with me and suddenly got down and ran to his mom and showed her the bottle and inserted the bottle in his mouth and tilted it upside down to drink it, Pepsi level got decreased from the bottle and when he brought the bottle to its old position the level was back to original to make me and my friend to smile.  His mother finished her food and his father paid the bill to start.

            By this time I was into a different discussion with my friend.  My sweet came running from outside the hotel to me and stood next to me.  I bent down to ask him what!  He grabbed my shoulder and kissed my right cheek, he turned my face and kissed my left check and downed my head to kiss me in my forehead and ran back to her mom.  She lifted him and he layed on her shoulder, looked at me and waved his hand to say "ta ta".  My God what a moment, what a kind of vent it was.  Wetness of his kiss had put all the fire out from my mind which was burning for years. 

            My Sweet's kiss, he kept It Short and Simple.  Oh ya! That’s what I was taught about mantra for effective communication and now I learnt even love follows the same. This sweet moment dragged me back 2 to 3 years when me and my girl discussed about our children, first a girl baby and a boy from an orphanage. Oops did I missed "ex-", could be because of mixed feelings.         

Where is Teresa?

Where is Teresa?

"why this idiot starts this way" might be what you will be thinking, if you continue reading from here. Whatever, firstly let me say, Hi!

The day we got to know about death, we started thinking about our last day, literally counting out stay in this small tilted sphere. But, when it comes to the materials we do not even think that we are just temporary in this world.  We earn hard for wealthy life and spend it for healthy life.  Since that I write I am not a exception.  I know it's good to confess few things before you question at this text characters.

Ok! Before I divert the topic let me come to the point.  Reading the title "Where is Teresa?" you might answer "She is dead" or "She is in Heaven" or "She is in this world as a Holy Sprite" for which few might counter saying there is nothing called "Holy" and few, there is nothing like "Sprite".  I know I'm not in the topic here, also putting myself into trouble. Fine! back to the point "Where is Teresa?" --

    It was one late night, I started from office after enough rest to all my physical part to earn some cholesterol in body.  Cholesterol I meant here is the fat, please do not understand something literally. Back to the scene, I reached bus stop and as-usual its crowd less in the late night so that i was able to identify my college senior, also a good friend of mine in the bus stop.  We started talking about some old stuffs as soon as we got a bus and meanwhile we reached our railway station, so we stopped the topic in the middle and we ran to catch the train so that we can "Train the Talk".

    We got into the train which was already late to start by five minutes.  We were in the first class compartment. Aha! Nothing to brag about the "first class" here or at-least it has got nothing special in the suburban trains. Before we continued our conversation I saw a man sleeping in on full seat.  I called him to check whether he was in right train or didn't get down from the train.  He didn't respond.  I went near to him, saw, he was old, so I called him loudly to make sure he's alive as he covered himself with his white cloth.  He didn't respond.  I got down from the compartment to check for help, I saw a beautiful lady police walking.  I know it's little weird to talk about the beauty of the police here but still, let me tell you, I'm not old but an average "gentleman".  I called her to and requested her to get somebody who can help that old man.  That beautiful lady in-turn called a smart guy, a constable.  With that guy two more of his friends joined him and got into the compartment to wake him up.  The old man lying tried hard to get up after hearing screaming voice of the constable but jerked quickly from the seat the next moment he felt the lathi on him.

    Old man, was bleeding his legs badly.  Does not looked like a cut but like some disease.  He got up but couldn't walk so he sat on the floor and spread blood all over the compartment, police mans' refused to touch him.  They tried hard to get him down by his own but they cannot understand his pain also his language.

    I know the language he spoke was certainly not Hindi, since I know Hindi, I mean if somebody talks in Hindi, I can identify that they spoke Hindi.  To add, I know Malayalam too.

    back to scene, It was too late for the train to start, so they gave up getting the old man down as soon as the train started and they got down.  It was very, very, very awkward to sit in that compartment as the blood smelt drastically bad.  I never smelt such an smell in my life time.

    My head switched to vibration mode not only out of the smell but also out of the guilt that I disturbed the old man without knowing he was not well and calling police will make it worse, beauty some times make us guilt isn't it!
    "Hey what happened!!", my friend inquired me after looking at me sitting with my hands holding my forehead and eyes closed. I couldn't even open my eyes to see the old man and his wound which continued bleeding.  I'm not that bad to ignore somebody asking me help but he didn't ask anything but some place to rest.

    Train stopped in the next station.  An elderly guy got in and saw this old man who now trying to get back to his rest.  As soon as the elderly guy went near to the old man peoples sitting next to me shouted to pull him out of the compartment.  Even I had that in a corner of my mind, after all I am one among the rational animal.  But I kept my moral and kept quiet.  I turned from the old man and closed my eyes and nose.

    Suddenly I heard slapping sound.  When I turned back to see what the hell was happening! I saw the elderly guy trying to pull him down from the seat with few slaps.  "OMG! This nasty guy is raising my guilt level" I thought and now its the old man's turn to raise my guilt level higher, yes, he caught the legs of the elderly guy and begging for some rest as he could not bare with the slap and the pain his wounded legs gave him.  This turned the elderly guy soft and he announced "Please bare, I will get him down, next station"
  
    He touched, lifted him up to the seat, god ! I could not do or at-least I could not stare at the wound for a minute which was badly damaged and bleeding.  Thank God I didn't faint.

    I asked my friend whether we can get down and go to the next compartment, which would help the old man to be left in peace from crowd or at-least would help me better to inhale some fresh air which I was stopping with my kerchief for a long time.  My friend agreed and hearing the conversation everybody came to the same agreement and we all got down leaving that small partition of that compartment(first class) empty for that old man and got in to the next compartment.

    After getting int, I want to put everything in text, somewhere as a record.  I logged into facebook in my mobile and updated my status " just now I felt it,  How tough its to be Mother Teresa".  I didn't get better words to paraphrase my feel, guilt et cetra, et cetra..
  

    Each one of them is Jesus in disguise. - Mother Teresa
  
    Train reached my station, I got down and walked to first class to check the status of that old man who was sleeping in the peaceful compartment and walked with heavy heart, home.  "Mother bless me, pardon me if it's a sin I committed"

    Okies! I am done.  Now, tell me Where is Teresa?