Tales of the Wanderlust

                I shall not enter the sea I stood defiant, stubborn. I did not want to enter the sea as I would not be able to bathe in it, because I was not dressed properly. I thought just standing on the edges with waves touching your feet will not be fun. A person of coast has a special relationship with the waves and he becomes snobbish, snooty as with someone you love.                 So, while my friends moved away holding random loci, I started walking along the coast when she reached out to me by stretching a gentle wave of silky warm cloak and invited me in. She played with my senses by blowing air around my hair; she laughed at me and enticed me to come near nay challenged me to stay far. To hell with it, I wanted to take off my floaters and roll up my pants and run towards her and step into the warmth of this Arabian Beauty. ...

As we journey down the road of life Towards our own destinations  We walk a stretch with strangers We share their memories, we share their warmth We share joy, we share wisdom We sometimes enjoy their company But sometimes, we crave solitude None the less we envelope each other with security Much needed in these unknown reality While crossing these unseen frontiers. Not long down the road We come across a new group Embarking on a trip lead by their destinies Willing to talk with us, willing to walk with us When we ask ‘where are you going’? We are marching towards success says one We are marching towards empowerment says another We are collecting knowledge says yet another They asked in return about our journey We say, we are seekers of solace and of money and of joy and skill. We say, we are all walking towards bettering our life. Happiness of new company excites us - the more the merrier delights us Now, we invite them to join us, Welcome Aboard

The thin line separating solitude and loneliness is the same that separates fasting and starving. We walk alone often as we don’t have any choice or sometimes by choice to follow our calling. But are we actually alone in this convoluted world? When everything is connected to every other thing through a web of life; no please not the internet but by the underlying, unidentified, often ignored string. Do not the birds carry messages of love across the globe? Does not the wind bring stories from distant lands? Does not the sea carry the brave to their new homes? Aren’t our paths are shaped by thousand other hands? Strangers give hope and show love without any reason as long as we are open and shed our inhibition. A boatman rows me across and shares his food saying ‘eat my son’! And if I am humble enough to accept, I could see heaven. So having no company presently isn’t all that adverse     There is someone walking your path with you unseen. Albeit he is at a different time i...