It was this superb weather after the mid terms that seemed to make college all the more interesting for me. The sweetly shining sun showering its mild heat added with that cool breeze in the air, “Winter was here”. Besides doing the usual notoriety with Darshan added to the fun. Although Darshan seemed like some lad who had lost his way into a big fair. He was weird but this was something different.

“Bhai, all okay?” I asked him that day amidst the chemistry class. “Nothing!”, he said. Never had he so blatantly replied to me.

“Haa ab seth ho gye aap log. Garibo ko kyu bataoge?” 

“Bhai, plzz you pay attention there. Shruti might need your notes later.” 

This reply was enough for me to understand why this lad had lost his way in this fair. Shruti hadn’t yet arrived even though the mid term breaks were over. 

“Darshu, scene kya hai ye Shruti wala?” I asked him this time wanting to know everything. 

“Yaar nilya kyaa batau abb? I think I’m in love. It’s like it was nothing before but now she has became the one who reigns my thoughts most of the time. This hasn’t happened with me before and I tried to get her out but she has become like an ant that sticks to jaggery. She has become like my epitome of happiness right now. All the things that I love, I end up having her in them.”
” Like how?” i asked. 

” Arey its like, if I love forts, I see myself clicking her  pics as she stands by the walls with her arms spread out. If I love food, I see myself feeding her. If I love rain, I see myself draping a coat over her as she feels the chills. If I love sleeping, I see myself cuddling with her. I don’t know why this is happening bhai? ” he said. Every comparison of his made him blush and that’s when I , too, was sure about this lost lad searching for love. Before I  could suggest anything to him came those golden words, 

To be continued….. 


She sat there looking through her window whining about how she had missed the plane. A plane which would have taken her to the dream of her life,  a plane which defined her route to enjoyment, a plane which she was eager to get on board. She had travelled places all over the world and this hadn’t happened before. She was a traveller by heart whose soul wished to enjoy every bit of place she visited. Maybe that was the reason she was lost in that view outside the window. 
She lived by the hustle and bustle of the city  where if u peep out of your window, all you could see was the continuous chain of people moving like long rows of ants carrying food, all you could hear was the honking of the vehicles which made the roads invisible, all you could feel was the fading humanity in the world. Yet, her mom saw that her no clutches attached girl was smiling, her brave girl was feeling something. She chose not to disturb her because she knew her girl was not like everyone looking out and waving to some boy or that stuff. She knew her girl, even if had missed her plane would travel to that destination sitting in that hustling city. 

They say god cant be anywhere so he made Mothers and it was true. This here was a mother who never imposed narrow minded restrictions on her daughter. This here was a mother who never tried to cut her daughter’s wings. This here was a mother who let her child fly. And yeah she was right her daughter had lost in a fairyland. 

This girl sitting by the window had her eyes on something straight through the window. For a normal person all you could see there was a tall skyscraper or as in her favorite tv show, an ugly naked guy, but to her she could see the highest point on this Earth.

 The plane which this girl had missed was a plane to a distant land. A land where every year happened a festival. A festival which was a treat to her eyes. A festival which she had planned to go since her childhood. A festival where no one used lightings or crackers but it was mother nature that lightened up the festivities. A festival where every year people gathered to see everything pinkish. It was a time when the cherry blossom was what every person living there craved for. Yeah it was the CHERRY BLOSSOM FESTIVAL. 

There she was sitting by the window and viewing the highest peak when suddenly she looked up and lifted her hand as if there was a huge cherry blossom tree above her.  Her eyes had turned pink. She was embracing the flower that smoothly touched her fingers and tingled them. She was feeling the majesty of the everest and the calmness of the cherry blossoms when suddenly a flower fell down upon her. 

There had come a smile on her face. A smile that was a sign that the festival had started, a sign that the cherry blossoms tress had started to paint the land pink, the sign that even in this city the girl had managed to reach to the land of her dreams. 

The window had transformed into a place under a tree, under a cherry blossom tree from where she viewed the majestic everest, from where her tiny little eyes tried to capture the land of her dreams, from where the blossoming had begun. 

From where she returned❤