Praval's Musings

It started with these lines;

Ships that pass you in the night
Are like dreams that don’t quite
Feel real in the morning, but
When you happen to see them
During the daytime, they seem
Strangely familiar: deja vu.

Or I guess, a little before!

No clues how did these lines originate but I was in love with them the moment I read them. I have always loved ships, as much as I love peace and serenity. One reason for me loving them is probably my love for the sea.

When I talk about keywords, there are times when I mean them beyond social media or the web. Not too sure if I was mistaken but there was just one keyword I wanted to put a dent on. ‘Life’. That sums it up pretty much.

No matter how rich and pleasing your periphery is but at night, when you come back, lie down and ponder, there is much more to it. If at all it matters. The core has to be dealt with. The periphery keeps changing.

One other context that made me disappointed is that Delhi doesn’t have a sea shore, leave behind a harbor! So the ships that pass by me are illusions for sure.  The multinational consumer electronics or the international apparel gig were not small but then, it was ship that took my mind.

I wish you stayed longer and the time stopped, only for good. I know it will. Once again, while we would sit, talk, walk and stop, smile and say something, say and say nothing. Then there would be the lighthouse which we would gaze all night over a bottle of wine. Trust me, it’s far more pleasing than looking into the moon, at times.

Tum Mile (slow version) continues to play endlessly, while I hit the publish button.

And yes, I am not a sailor, nor a writer. I am the same guy whom you would have almost missed like a train. Not sure if you already did!

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