Confessions of a Writing Freak

"Yes! It is much more muchier" these words from Alice in Wonderland echoed in my mind as I visited Kashi. Twisting and turning in the narrow alleyways ,leading to a spiritual Wonderland  with so much to feel, absorb and marvel at. It was a spur of a moment decision to visit the Shiv nagri, as my soul sister Namrata being a staunch  ardent Shiva devotee wanted to visit the place in  holy month of Shravan, albeit it was in my bucket list  , So paying through nose for the air tickets and  the hotel bookings we three (my son trotted along) land in the ancient city of Banaras which is as old as time! Mark Twain has rightly said that it is older than history, existence predating that of Rome, Athens and Egypt. As soon we step in  to the holy city, the cabbie spitting a volley of paan, his mouth a plethora of hues..(red lips and tongue  with brownish and sepia hues of teeth,  it's a rainbow in the mouth ) welcomes us to Shiv nagri and gives u...

It has been two long empty years without you and these two harsh years have seen  raging  cauldron of emotions .That of love, lonliness, agony , grief, pain, helplessness. Denial being the foremost..I could not encompass the fact that  my endearing trouble shooter is no longer going to show ,the hideous truth took a long to steep in.  The first  year without you was like a turbulent ,furious  wave lashing against the rocks and boulders,venting out the wrath and rage on Gods for being unfair and unkind,blaming the wily and crafty destiny for making us  a victim to such a diabolic fate ,aghast  and infuriated  at myself for not being able to save you from the brutal talons of death and leaving me in an abyss of gloom , doom and guilt. The bottled up emotions of rancour,rage,and spite somehow shushed up and   the second year without you was like a deep mysterious placid lake with a calm countenance but a churning  fero...