Mockingjay-the rebellious soul

LOVE.                                                       What exactly a love is? “It is an art” says ancient archeology,” which could be depicted on the walls.” “It is a tapestry “,answers Father Booty. For Gurudev it was something which was little not according to the traditions of society. Which was unrequited, it was cast in earnest longings, unending  waitings, unspoken words and hidden tears. For some it is desire to be desired, to be cherished, to be valued. And some said that “people come to us in the cover of darkness in order to relieve their growing tensions, to fulfill their loneliness, to feed their dying need, to practice the art ,for relaxing their bulging and growing erections by slamming hardly in us.” “But that is not love. That’s business” said another. There is a trendy love which has certain fixed rituals which a couple follows; like going in a restaurant ,paying bills ,eating ice-cream together ;going for a movie ;long phone calls ; talking abo

From last two days I was yearning to have the same Golgappas,which I had in earlier week.You know  that it is such kind of delicacy which is found everywhere from east to west and from north to south. Known  at different places by different names the love is same which it receives from the every soul who eats it.Mostly it is associated with women but  everybody is aware that men are equal participants in it. So this love of Golgappa was distracting me after a fixed interval of time.When my senses could not take it any more,I said Enough! Putting on my shoes I went to Golgappa stall,ordered one plate "meethawala" and stood watching my darling being dressed up artistically. I observed it very closely.Its round stomach was first filled with 'chhola' then 'meethi chutney' nourished with curd followed by red,brown gunpowder. Afterwards it was topped with 'cheese' and finally garnished with green,leafy coriander. The sight was so inviting when it was