Words....

Half-cooked stories; half-baked stories; half-written stories; juggle up... the words get into my nerves, into my veins, into my bones, into my very breathing pattern. When men make love to me- they feel my words, they suck my words, they thrust into my words, they hurt my words, they caress my words, they rub my words, they kiss my words. ... When they leave...they carry the taste of my words. I wince in pain, I rejoice in happiness. And.... I deliver a collection of words called - "A Novel"

Hold on......

It all started with an idea, a concept, a random thinking. It sprung out of now where; on a day with nothingness;out of mere ordinary mundane days. In the bus. I was sitting on the window seat opposite a woman with sad eyes and deep breaths too often,next to me sat a teenage girl with lot of pimples and dreams. We all smiled at eachother. I have always loved stranger's smiles -such genuine smile. We all three had things in common ~ sad eyes and dreams. Its then i thought of a 'thought' which can change my life altogether. When nothing and nobody would matter anymore. And that would cease to affect me. That moment when i will soak in deep tranze....forever. Before that i had things to do; people to meet; things to say. Till then....let my "idea", my "concept"...form in my mind. In my womb.