Reflections - A Journey Through Life

When I kissed her I felt her melt, with me. A bubble of pleasure enclosed us, separated us from the world. Through the touch of skin on soft skin blood flows talked to each other. I felt an all-encompassing love for this lovely diminutive creature in my arms. And there was great peace and joy in having her so close. Love and trust seemed to make the moments last forever. Communion of two loving bodies apparently joins their souls—so people say. People talk to express themselves; sometimes to hide themselves also. You never know what goes on in another mind. In fact you can never know what you yourself think, what you are, what you want, let alone express it. But at least I knew that I wanted her. Much later, sitting high above the ground, floating through the clouds on the way to another city, I asked myself, why did I want her? What did I expect from her? Pleasure? Companionship? Or was I driven by plain primitive instinct of racial continuity and self-preservation! I ...

  Would you find the words again? Three of us friends were in very good mood. After the day’s work we were happy, relaxed and isolated. Words flowed into sentences, sentences smoothly crystallized into thoughts, thoughts formed linkages in all directions. My two friends were five years younger to me. Both of them were talented and good talkers carrying abundant store of stories with them. Some part of their younger years was filled with adventures of medium kind. Stories and remembrances flowed. Past merged into present. New ideas formed, evaluated and lobbed back and forth. We felt no pressure of time or concern for anything. Sometimes isolation and right kind of company creates this condition. Suddenly one of my friends halted and addressed me, “Let me have your number. Going back home I will speak to you.” We exchanged our numbers. I remarked, “Do you know, I now live in a zone of silence.” Suddenly a pause took birth. Both of them looked at me askance. “It is like th...