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Writing is a struggle against silence. Carlos Fuentes

Slept at 3 am last night. The mac that worked perfectly well on my laptop, crashed suddenly. Don’t know why but I spent a good 5-6 hours to know why. No help. I guess I should learn it on MacBook itself. I had to attend a seminar today. So, only 5 fucking hours of sleep for me. I thought I am getting enough sleep but just now I counted from 3 to 8 and it was just 5 hours of sleep. The main purpose to attend seminar was not to gain info or knowledge, but to get refreshed by visiting the beach nearby. Anyways, the seminar was cooler than I expected. Really enjoyed myself there. I thought no one will come there but it was full house. Everyone wants respect, power and money. That’s why people were there.

After the seminar, the first thing to do was hit the marine drive promenade. What the fuck. What a cool weather! I saw a photo in yesterday’s newspaper, people enjoying rains and waves at the beach. I wanted to get there. And my wish turned out to be true. These days, whatever I want turns into reality. Lol. I never ever enjoyed such beautiful weather in Mumbai. Wind was taking me with it. Rain was kissing me. The silver raindrops hitting not just my face but my soul. Amazing experience. There was this guy. He was a stranger but still he was speaking so openly. Sharing personal things. Advising on enjoying life, sharing experiences, telling jokes, reciting poems. I wondered how someone could be so open in the first meet itself. But then I realized that a person can open up his heart to a stranger better than doing same with a known person. There was nothing to lose for him. Nothing for me too. Just two people meet and share their views. Just a matter of few minutes and then it’s over. Feeling free from all worries by sharing sorrows with people. That’s what he did. He even asked me to add him on facebook. But I guess that will ruin all the fun. Let it be like a stranger thing. like I do here. Glad I could spend some quality time with such person. Really happy.

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I don’t know why people think you need to own a private jet, a Mercedes, a luxury yacht or spend big buck to get happiness. Just look around, happiness is scattered all around you. It’s in small things that we tend to neglect. And it comes free too. Lol. Today, I found mine.

–rd