Crowds...

"Crowds.I don't like crowds.
The rivers of people anywhere in the world, pouring along sidewalks, pressing along subways
and train stations and bus terminals in the morning and evening , are rivers of people who know
just where they are and just where they are going, they have passed this way before and they
know that they will pass this way again. So knowing, not much humanity shows in the masks they wear- that humanity lies within, struggling with problems, contemplating joys of past and
future. Those crowds aren't people at all, but carriers of people, vehicles with people inside, all
shades drawn. There is not much to be said for watching a procession of curtained carriages."

-A gift of Wings(Richard Bach)

Walls...

"
I build walls

Walls that protect,
Walls that shield,
Walls that say I shall not yield or reveal,
Who I am or How I feel .

I build walls

Walls that hide,
Walls that cover what's inside.
Walls that stare or smile or look away.
Walls that even block my eyes,
From the tears I might have cried.

I build walls

Walls that never let me truly touch,
Those I love so very much.
Walls that need to fall,
Walls meant to be fortresses,
are prisons after all." -

celebrate life......

"What does it cost to have a celebration?

A winter evening.
Four friends.
One barsaati.
Four glasses of chai.

Hundred bucks of gas.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.

Maggi noodles.
A hostel room.
4:25 am.

3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 Indiatimes messenger.

Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep frying.
Neighbours dropping in.
An impromptu party.

You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.
Gossiping about absent family members.

you can spend
hundreds on birthdays,
thousands on festivals,
lakhs on weddings,
but to celebrate
all you have to spend
is your time.".....celebrate life..
-TOI