Zendagi Migzara

India, the land of colors, music, dance, art, food, festivals, different yet united people. India, the land of musical naming ceremonies, funerals, and of course weddings. And a small part of India, yet integral part of the Indian in me, Coorg. The land of Kaveri, coffee, pepper, cardamom, warriors, beautiful women, guns, traditions that today make the foundation of the Indian army, handsome men, pork (pandi) curry and Rum & coke! The land where I spent some of my best childhood days. Summer holidays at your grandparents place, where you are pampered, fed as if you've been starving the entire year and where you can play until 8 pm! Every year after our exams my Father used to take his annual vacation of 30 days and the entire family came down to Coorg. Visiting relatives, playing with the coffee labourers kids was a norm. My maternal grandparents place had and still has a 'chulla'. My favourite-est place in the entire house. It has a cozy corner right next t...

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me There's a smile in your eyes saying you'll never leave me The touch of your hand says that you'll catch me wherever i fall You say it the best when you say nothing at all What is a conversation? Is it an exchange of dialogues between two people? Is it necessary for words to be spoken? Is it necessary to talk about something meaningful for the exchange to be called a conversation? Is it necessary for the two involved parties to agree on the topic they are discussing or can a fight be called a conversation as well? For me, a conversation is all this and a lot more. A conversation can be a fight, it can be silent. It can be meaningful and sometimes mean absolutely nothing. A smile is a conversation. A whisper is a conversation. Laughter is conversation. Music can be conversation. Dance can be conversation. Silence can be conversation. Watching the rain silently is a conversation. A look across the room at th...