A mystic heart, a mysterious love

So Ms Mysterious, how's life?

At my end it's pretty hectic with having to churn out stories and meeting people. But there is a silver lining at the edge of that far-away dark fluffy cloud. Am going to Ladakh and Kargil. But wait that's not all. Am going on a bike. You know, it's a dream come true. So, since sometimes you are as mystic as me, wanted to share it with you....
Don't exactly know who you are, or what you are :), but it doesn't really matter. What matters is that you have a mind, which communicates...and while I am sitting at my small cubicle in Delhi, typing out these words, I wish I could go back to Cal, see my parents,Crazu and sit beside the Ganges and watch the sun go down.
Outside, the streets are choc-a-bloc with traffic and smoke, it's hot and humid, but my mind wanders somewhere else...and my heart beats for a lost cause...
You take care of yourself, Ms Mysterious and be mystic...!
I am off this Sunday...and perhaps will find what I am searching for...or perhaps not...
The road is calling...and I have to leave for now. Just wish I could take you along, and if ever you read this just remember that I thought of you and you will be in my mind all through..

Anger

There was a dream, in a small dark corner of my heart. A dream to touch the fluffy clouds floating in the evening sky. As days went by and nights became longer, I hid that dream among the autumn leaves. I have stopped dreaming now because my eyes are frail and my heart is weak. But sometimes, somewhere among the orange autumn leaves, something rustles and I smile.