Mystery never abandons its name and lovers...and its mysteriousness!

Amar saathe cholcho o megh
Amar saathei bolcho
Amar motoi chaicho o megh
Amar motoi jhorcho.

Kothaye harai
Kothaye palai
Kothaye je jai bol
Meghbalika amar saathe arektu dur chol.

Boddo gorom boddo bheja 'boddo' sob'er majhe
Ojana sob bhalolaaga notun kore baje.

Toiri ami? Ta jani na
Hoyeto ba bhan kori
Tai to hothath nil akashe
Tomar khoj'ei pori.

First you turn a page and then the page turns you.That tipping point may appear on 43rd page or somewhere around 17th...or just anytime!

Every book I cast my eyes on tries my preparedness for surprises [or the lack of it] and often smiles back with cunning antipathy. Some unflinching trust in not choosing and being chosen by a book keeps me moving...and eventually find the defining page or word to justify my effort...I move on smiling! 

Suddenly flipping pages becomes 'reading the Book'...

There are mornings...and then comes 'The Morning'...beginning way before the night ends with unmitigated anticipations unfurling wings to soar to unexampled heights...the morning yields to day though the mood stays on...indefinitely!

As I revisit classic works of fantasy, new meanings surface revealing the far deeper metaphors they carefully carry...

let the mind travel too when you travel...as most end up having a traveled body with an untraveled mind!...do the undone, see the unseen, feel the unfelt, smell the unsmelt and forget the forgettable...

Meditation is a journey within. Wonder how does it help when performed in a crowd. Can there ever be a meditation fair where all can put up stalls? Or is it all about saying that 'hey, I can do it alone and with some thousand others too'? What a funny feat! 'Cos when you are within, you become your sole company and that's what meditation essentially aims at - aligning 'you' with yourself.