The Silver Lining

It was another hot April evening when I was going back home in a Churchgate Slow. The ladies compartment in which I was travelling was noisy and entertaining, as usual. Bhelwalas, Clipwalas, etc. were trying their best to convince the “easy-to-convince gender” to purchase their stuff and fill their pockets. In a few minutes since I entered the train, there entered a young man with a boy (supposedly his younger brother). The man had a musical instrument which I had seen in Rajasthan some months back. It isn't a very popular instrument, so after taking some help from Google, I figured out that it is called ‘Ravan Hattha,’ which is a local Rajasthani string instrument.  I mentally named him ‘Ravan’, ONLY AND ONLY because that was the name of the instrument that he was carrying. It was my very obvious assumption that Ravan had entered the train to earn some money for sympathy; and not to ignore, he was sharp enough to recognize that women are storehouses of sympathy. (Why else woul

Distance is what you call a curse, Distance, than hatred, is utterly worse; Distance can break to pieces, your heart Distance is when you move apart.. Every moment is an apparent day,  for a little peace, the soul might pray.. The boundless garden of the mind goes pale, leaving back every memory, sick and stale. Distance teaches the value of time, It teaches you that reverence is no crime, Distance shows you the deepest intensity of what we call as innate sincerity. Distance is strong, distance is powerful, It displays out your darkest thoughts. Distance is strange, distance is wonderful, It connects two souls that are oceans across…