To the Pigeons of Taj

Your flutter shall once again rekindle the joy in our hearts, but it will take time.

Yes, the pigeons of Taj kept on circling the high tower of Taj with every deafening sound of death and destruction. They flew higher than the towers of Taj, just to say atop of the world, no matter how much of agony the perpetrators render upon us, we shall keep the baton of peace always high. The pigeons of Taj did a martyrdom for the message of peace and its invincibility. The peace they tagged on every balcony, every pulpit, and on the beautiful arches that lay exposed in helplessness. They did not allow Taj to show a sign of weakening and every challenge that was hurled at it was retaliated with the noise of hundred wings fluttering together in consonance. Yes! the pigeons of Taj too made their sacrifice.
The time shall heal the wounds and wean away the painful memories, but the pigeons shall never forget them. They will never let it go out of their hearts and every day they shall hover around the Taj, high and aloft to spread the message of peace. They would celebrate their victory each day and express with the flutter of wings. They did it on that day and they would do today and every day.

Salute to the spirit of the Pigeons and their Martyrdom!

Geese walk

It was a calling of my friends's episode in my life that I suddenly felt the need to retouch upon those events. The need to see her and the measure of change kept me exciting. The change in me itself would be an amusement to her. It was the new personal self I had drawn of her. How different and a bit weathered she would be. But, something kept a sense of rejuvenation in the back of my mind. I visited her office and just at the gaze of her it was a heart drop. She had all the magnificence and the aura splaying round her. The men took orders from her and she was commanding the work with so proficient eyes that at once it took me aback just to think whether she would at all ease herself to be bothered by me. I felt the pulse of my heart and kept moving a step and half at once. And, suddenly she turned at me.
Her looks went deep into my mental storm and then her acquaintance to my being was embodied into her approaching to me. I could see she had seen in my eyes the wantonness for her. The play of the dark that came closer to my mouth and it all suddenly dropped into the silence. She took my hand into her and closely embraced me. The no world of imagination could have brought me to such an intuition about her act. The emotional world of touch that had kept eluded me in my yesteryears of friendship was just given out in such an ease that when the warmth of her touch sublimed away from my hand; I could only sense it being lost. She had become invincible for me and I became all the more difficult self for my self. I gave her registration number of my car and she gave the orders of release without paying fine. I left the office after saluting the officer.