Thousand notes of love sitting in the rusted box hidden inside the almirah of old times , An imprint of rose from our first meet, A teardrop when he bid me adieu By the age of 74 , I have seen generations of couples and heard real life love stories . It always gives butterflies in my stomach because love is the horizon where fantasy shaped sky meets the reality shaped sea. I am fortunate enough of having my perfect love story. Back in the 1950s, running along the chaotic streets of UP with crackling sounds of laughter and the swaying of hair along with the rhythm of wind , everything s eemed so good to be true . My childhood was more absorbed in reel life rather than real life. I used to watch romantic movies where the boy gets the girl in the end and they live happily ever after. One usual day I was going back home with my sister when he crossed ...
I had a wish to make, so strong it can move the mountains , so soothing it can mute the ocean voices, So focused it can blur an eagle's vision But guess where it took me, To a land of nowhere where I found my real self. Like most of us, I grew up watching CID and was really fascinated by what all Dr. Salunkhe did. Eventually my interest in forensics made me want to be a surgeon. By the time I reached my 10th standard I was sure I would go for medical and I did. I opted medical stream in my +1,+2 despite my family, friends and even counselor's suggesting me to not but go for humanities instead. Anyhow I did what I had always thought of. 11 began, so did my coaching and i completely dedicated myself to studies. School, tuitions, assignments, self study was all that I wanted/could have around me. Like every other student I too didn't have a good start, I was not getting results as good as efforts I was putting, nor was I able to cope with school and coaching. I kept going, s...