We cant be a giver all the time.

We would end up depleting all our love if its not fed from time to time. Love feeds on love. Being a provider with none to provide him for most of his 30 odd years of life, Nikhil felt drained of his energies. Physically he was never strong, but his feeling of weakness stemmed not from his tired muscles but from his heart overflowing with emotions. A heart depleted of emotions and a heart overflowing with emotions is equally destructive just how both droughts and floods are for a seed. His heart overflowed with emotions that he struggled most of his life to get rid of and yet pained to think of the idea of a heart depleted of emotions. He started down at the still and calm pond glimmering with a few diamonds scattered here and there and wished of a life which was equally calm but still had the spark of life full of zest. Loneliness haunted him that very night just how it had been since he can remember. As he inhaled and exhaled the puffs of tobacco smoke from his cigarette , the ghost of loneliness took shape from within him and made itself visible for a few seconds before vanishing itself into thin air and again haunting back as most ghosts do. One might say he made the wrongs decisions or took the wrong choices while others might argue that he has simply been unlucky. He too believed in destiny but he also believed that destiny could be made. He believed that destiny would one day make him lucky, provide for him and put him at peace. You know, I feel you are my destiny. said Nikhil. You think so? said Ishani. Her right hand playing with his shirt buttons while her head rested on his chest. Sitting on the same park bench facing the pond on most evenings had become a routine for Nikhil and Ishani. Ishani loved placing her head of Nikhils chest while playing with his shirt buttons, twisting them clockwise and then anticlockwise. It was her game. Didnt I tell you; destiny for me is the all powerful Goddess, is both nurturing as Parvati and also destructive as Kali. You my darling Ishani, hence is my destiny. You are mean! Am I? Well you alone dislodge my shirt buttons and then yourself mend and sew it back.

Destiny The All Power Goddess as Nikhil Nikhil was bought into life by Dharmesh and Shikha. One fine day Shikha was told by her mother that she was to be

Unfortunately or fortunately we still havent invented time travel. The idea of using wormholes and travelling through time has been for ages the basis of sci-fi novels, books etc. But if time travel were invented, would we all prefer to go back to past or

go to the future? Nostalgia is about the return to past, to the good old days, so maybe travel to past may become the sell out ride. So how far in the past should we travel to go back to the good old days? Each present moment becomes past with every second that the arms of the clock move ahead. Can every past second be counted in good old days? Why though the present so fleeting yet our yearning for the past nostalgia- never ends? Can we feel nostalgic of the present itself? Wish that the present itself never ends, that the present itself belongs to the good old days, the yearning for the present itself also becoming nostalgia. The idea to keep retuning to the same yearning maybe for love over and over again in the present could be nostalgia. Nostalgia is not just for the past, its for the present and the future like a fire if fuelled with endless supply of oil, will go on burning with the same ferocity as it was when it was first ignited love and passion glows with the same brightness as it was when it was first lighted if fueled by endless supply of love and passion. Nostalgia becomes the very fuel that fuels itself! Love is the very fuel that fuels itself! I miss you, I am nostalgic about you could be used by a person for another person even if they are together at present. It shows that there exists that little bit of unappeased and insatiable feeling that remains unquenchable, demanding more of the same. Cant get enough of you remains unquenchable. Nostalgia prevails. Love prevails. The fuel supply becomes never ending. Nostalgia hence is not about past nor about suffering. Its that beautiful insatiable primal feeling of the need to be happy, to be loved forever.

He found himself with Nisha in front of a staircase. He couldnt see the end of the stairs. He didnt know where the flight of stairs would finally lead one to. Purple carpet was rolled down on the concrete stairs. As Nikhil dug his feet into the velvety soft carpet he was suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to start walking up the stairs. Walking up the flight of stairs with Nisha, holding her hands, he felt the sudden desire to make love to her. He embraced her and swooped her off her feet as he kissed her lips, his chest heaving on hers. Nisha held onto to him as a page of book does when flipped over another. Its true God created everything with its opposite half. For Man he crafted Woman. But he kept the hearts for both Man and Woman to the left of the physical body. And thus as Nikhil and Nisha faced each other and kissed passionately their hearts collided and infused into a single heart with its own beat. This single beat had its own music the resonance of which shattered Nikhil and Nisha while the flame of their passion fused them into a single physical entity. This single physical entity was both a Man and a Woman at the same time. It was both the Giver and the Taker at the same time. Love grew as it fed on Love. Nikhil felt himself float up the flight of stairs with Nisha. They no longer had any being. They no longer had any weight pulling them down. They floated and kept going higher and higher with increasing joy; the joy of liberation.