A Trespassing...

A mystery often leaves you with a sense of intrigue, an overwhelming curiosity and time and again it leaves you with goosebumps. I bumped into one this morning.

I am reading Lee Iacocca’s autobiography. So coming across something like this, while reading the life-story of a management guru, was more than unexpected. I bought this book about four and a half years back from the second hand market for books in Buldi. But I didn’t somehow manage to start reading it till now.

And I am barely a hundred pages down and a page falls out. It looks like it has seen better days, smells like old books do, it’s as brown as old paper can get and the ink on it is a faded washed out blue. I picked it up. I couldn’t unfold it with ease as the folds were so well defined by now that I feared tearing it. 

Then I read it. This is what it said :

“Every moment with each other is a celebration. And why should it not be? We don’t need reasons. Our being together is reason enough to celebrate. I want us to live like every moment we spend with each is the first and only moment we’ll ever have. Every time we say “I love you”, it should feel like the first time, as it does.

These little lessons will never let the magic of our relationship fade away. The magic will always be there as it is now.

                                                                                                                                                                                               Yours forever

P.S. : Will be waiting for you at the coffee house at 5:30 pm tomorrow. I love you. “

I then wondered for a long time who the writer might have been, did the note ever reach its destination and how was the meeting at coffee house. Of course I can never find answers to these. But there is something about a love note that strikes a chord with the romantic in me. It left this smile on my face as I watched the rains from my window.

So I found a love note in the autobiography of a management top-notch from the automobile industry. And it left me with intrigue, curiosity, goosebumps and a feeling of TRESPASSING. Trespassing into the life of an unknown, faceless stranger.

The sweetest bread ever....:)

Its only recently that I started driving my car : My brand new i10 - white magna 1.2...!!! My pride and one of the very few obsessions I've had in my life.... Well it was a Sunday yesterday and unlike all the other sundays gone by I woke up, not so lazy and smiling happily....I was taking my i10 for a drive..( Sunday mornings are dedicated to my car these days :) :) :)  :p) 
I was about to pick my keys and rush out when maa called out from behind and said , "Where are you off to at 8 a.m. in the morning that too on a sunday??"  (The expression on her face said "are u alright?? Are you really sparing me the trouble of dragging you out of bed??" )
I said ,"Drive pe..." So like moms do, she thought, lets get some work done out of her...shouldn't miss such an opportunity. So she said, "get some bread on your way. I don't feel like working too hard on your breakfast today."  And I thought , God its Sunday and there isn't going to be anything special on the breakfast menu.
Well then I drove off to the bakery and bought a packet of bread. It was the first time I ever went shopping in my car. Came home then. Maa made some tea and my breakfast was JUST tea and bread.
But one single  bite of the bread and it felt like heaven. It was the sweetest bread I had ever tasted. But it probabaly din't seem that special to maa. She was looking at me with this quizzical expression on her face. So I said ,"I got this in my car maa...Its the best bread ever....the sweetest bread ever.."
Maa gave me the MERI BETI PAAGAL HO GAYI HAI kinda looks...
but kya kare????  I love my car....truly madly deeply....