Insideout

I belong to a town called Roha, situated on the bank of river Kundalika (This river is getting popular among adventure junkies nowadays). In my town, we had a tradition (still have) of going to nearby cities for further education, after passing HSC exam! continuing the tradition, I left Roha for my junior college (in Alibaug). That was the period when I got introduced to the concept of KATTAs /Cafes/ even gardens. I loved them immediately! (Though Alibaug has a sea and it was right behind our college, I was never that attracted towards it!) For me, Cafe is the place where I would find my solace! Since then cafes are like my second home. I remember leaving my house ( i used to stay with my uncle) every day, especially in mornings or evenings just to sit in a garden or have Wada Pav and cutting all by myself at my favourite joints! For me, these places were more like meditation rooms (of course with food)! Since then till now, whichever city...

The other day, I was having a coffee in Goodluck (as usual) and for a second I missed a heartbeat! In the next second, the clock stopped ticking, the third second made my ears go deaf and the next moment I heard my own silent laugh of astonishment! What caused such fast-paced changes in my reality was nothing but an illusion! Actually, while having a coffee I saw a girl in the cafe who was not at all similar to HER but still reminded me of HER! By the way, Today, I finished reading Eat, Pray & Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. I wonder the transition any reader go through during and after reading the book! It hurts sometimes, reading the last page and closing the book! (of course, if the book is worth reading according to the reader's opinion) It is a whole journey in itself! The story holds our hand and we stroll with it throughout the book with such an engrossment that we forget the fact - Every story ends! Leaving its footprints and creating a spac...