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Like Souls Like Exploring

“I was an adventurer, but she was not an adventuress. She was a ‘wanderess.’ Thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences – whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her.” ― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

A day in Mumbai

Mumbai is the city having its own secrets. You’ll find a lot about the city in books, travelogues, and movies. For me, Mumbai is the city of secrets. This fact drives me crazy to explore every nooks and corners of this city. And today I was about to explore this mysterious corner of the earth. It has ocean, it has skyscrapers, it has busiest railways, it has variety of street food and never to forget, a friendly crowd. We started from Pune at around 7:30 AM. Kyra seemed very excited; it was first time she was travelling to the city of Bollywood. I on the other hand, was eagerly waiting for the sight of the sea. The local train to Mumbai was moderately crowded. We had reserved window seat for us. I occupied the window seat and Kyra sat beside me. Another 15 minutes we spent settling down with our luggage. Journey started with the mini ipod she carried along with her.

“This contains my favorite playlist. I haven’t updated this in years. You’ll find all old songs in it”, she said putting one earphone in my ear.  I find it difficult to plug those earphones, they fall. Kyra call my ears, elf ears, they are thin and pointed at the top. No wonder, we have a lot of magic in our lives as well. The train runs on diesel and sharp turns near Lonavala brings down the speed. It took one hour to reach the Ghats of Lonavala and soon we could see deep valleys on both the sides of the train. Sun was up and sunrays were slowly penetrating from window. Kyra’s skin shine bright in sunlight and her eyes turn light brown. I love that colour. Her hair and her eyes get the same colour in sunlight. The train runs through mountain, and the turns are so sharp that one can actually see a whole train penetrating the mountains. We turned ON Google Maps and first location to search was Gateway of India. Map showed 3 kilometers from CST station. We usually walk that much, confirmed our nod as we were looking at each other.

“Our train to Nagpur is at 3 PM. We’ll reach Mumbai by 11 AM. We can either go to Marine Drive or Chor Bazaar” I said

“You say, I follow SIRE” said Kyra.

“I wish we had more time, a lot to explore in this city”

“We’ll visit again”

“Yeah, I love this place.”

Magic happened again, we reached CST and my father called up to inform that our reservation for the train is still pending. He asked us to cancel the ticket and look for the next train to Nagpur at 8 PM. Whoa! We had a whole day in Mumbai to explore.

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Gateway of India

Instead of walking, we took bus to Gateway of India. It was a typical BEST bus, red from outside and clean from inside. We occupied last seats. I’ve a habit of collecting

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BEST Bus Tickets

tickets wherever I travel. Those tickets mark time and date which add to the memory of the place. BEST bus tickets are colourful with different number printed in Marathi language.

The ticket collector punches these tickets according to a code, I’m still unable to decode what it means. I’m not that good with numbers. In another 15 minutes we were at Gateway of India. Scarce traffic on road, which is very rare, and heavy rush of tourists was all we could see. I was mesmerised by the architecture of Gateway of India. Though I’m not an architecture photographer I wanted to capture the beauty of it. I left that part with Kyra. She’s good with lines and she captures them very well. Even the domes and curves are her favourite areas.

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Picture Courtesy – Kyra

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Dock covered with colourful ferries. Picture Courtesy – Kyra

Having clicked some good shots at Gateway of India, we were ready to move ahead to Queen’s necklace. And this time we decided to walk. Colourful and distinct architectures were standing tall on both the sides of the road. A unique blend of vintage design filled with modern classy cars was spotted at the Bentley showroom.

“Take one of these out please” said Kyra looking at the showroom

“Wanna go for a ride?” I asked.

She jumped like a kid with a big YES. This is a game which we play in public. Try to spot a girl of my type or a boy of her type and guess if he/she is a YES. We usually end up looking at each other echoing YES.

Asking for Nariman Point, we kept moving ahead until we reached a big circle with five roads meeting at a place. My eyes caught Regal Cinema as the name sounded vintage and Kyra was mesmerised by the antique shop on my left. But what held our eyes was the Woodside Inn Cafe at SP Mukherjee Square. We entered the cafe to grab some beer but looking at the decor we felt like stepping out. We were discussing about this when an old man dressed in waistcoat and bow tie approached us.

“You can check the upper floor if you want Sir” he said with a smile.

“Is it good?” I asked

“You’ll love it” he insisted.

We climbed up and here it was a well decorated room with antiques and silks and woods. The couch were velvet red and walls covered with wooden texture. It was time

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Woodside Inn Cafe

for some pasta and beer. The humid climate of Mumbai was beaten up as the chilled beer slipped down our throat. The pasta with white sauce and American sweet corn was served in shinny white porcelain dishes.

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Grab some Buds

 

 

 

We were in Colaba. This place is cozy and comfortable. It has small restaurants and cafes to chill out. You’ll find altogether different architecture over here. I recalled the time I used this place in my stories as the name felt mysterious and colourful to me. Kyra seemed amused with the tales I told her about Mumbai.

We took our bags on shoulders and started moving towards Nariman Point. Another 15-20 minutes of walk and I could hear the sound of sea waves.

“Hey, can you hear that? We are near sea” I said

“I had the smell a long back ago while you were busy clicking that colourful window.”

“Ah! I love that smell of water.”

“I’m already afraid. Let’s see how close I can get”

“I’ll take you there.”

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Nariman Point. Picture Courtesy – Kyra

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Most soothing place for me. Picture Courtesy – Kyra

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She caught my eye. Lost in the beauty of nature, she looked beautiful

“Come on climb up, sea is too far from here” I urged Kyra

“Nah! Nah!” after a minute “Okay, I’ll sit beside you”

It felt heaven. Cool breeze touching my body, the sight of endless sea, sky burning at sunset and smell of the water. I was relived, so was Kyra. 4.JPG

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Sunset at Nariman Point. Picture Courtesy – Kyra

We stayed at Nariman Point till the sun went down. We did nothing but felt the nature closely. And now it was time for some coffee. We grabbed take away coffee and moved towards CST station. Mumbai is the city that doesn’t sleep. And it was just 7:30 in the evening. Lights  were spread across the railway station, street food stalls were all set up. Finally it was time for us to taste the famous street food.

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Bajrangi Food Center, CST. Picture Courtesy – Kyra

We packed some food for us and waived a good-bye to Mumbai. The last pic for the day was of the stunning CST station.

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CST at night

Olaa………………….

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Meet Kyra

I wasn’t looking out for anything until I met her. It happened gradually that I started knowing her. I saw her soul. I explored her thoughts. I felt her heart-beats. That’s how I found what I want. I want her.

I’ve seen people enjoying the pleasure of romance by reading Mills and Boon. Has anyone wondered why and how these writings emerge? Has anyone felt these words becoming real? Has anyone found that you have a moment with the person you love and that moment is already written somewhere, as if, they’re writing you? I’ve felt all. Millions of people out there in this world and you want that one person, ever wondered why? It’s because you live from your heart with that person. Let me introduce you to her.

This is what I talk to myself when I think of her. She’s lovable. Love her like madness. She’ll take care of you but you take care of her like she’s the most precious person in your life. Hold her close to your heart. Listen to her. Open up your heart before her and she would listen to you through her heart. Be real; she would accept you the way you are. Stick to your words your actions, she is observant. She needs perfection and this gives you chance to improve upon yourself. She’ll bring out the best in you if you take steps to become perfect. She isn’t moody but its pleasure to see her different moods. That shows how much you mean to her.

She is very proactive. She does what needs to be done. Allow her to do what she wishes to do, also let her rest and you do things for her. She would admire it and enjoy it. Trust her, if she says she’s yours she means it and she stays yours. But don’t take her for granted. She has patience but she has the power to walk away if you treat her wrong. If you love her from your heart and soul you won’t ever see this side of her. She would make your life heaven. She would love you back such that no one has ever loved you.

Be strong. Don’t cut her wings but be the air beneath her wings. She has the potential to fly high. Don’t stop her. Let her fly high. She won’t fly away. She loves you, you can rely on her. But let her fly. Gear up and become strong enough to fly with her. She can do wonders, let her do that. Just be with her. Love binds; it doesn’t bound. You’ve got one life and you’ve got the precious person of your life. Would you live boundless or reel under shackles?

She’s creative; her heart is young and full of life. It breathes. Breathe for her and you would say that you’ve lived. Let her heart blossom and see in how many ways she would love you back. You’ve the most amazing person with you. Explore her. She has so much inside her. Spoil her, kiss her, hug her, caress her body, smell her hair, look in those sparkling eyes, hear her voice, feel her touch, listen to her heart beats… Heaven is right there. Good thing about her is that she won’t ask for anything. She would gracefully accept everything if she knows that it has your love for her in it. Embrace that.

I love when she melts her lips on my lips. While kissing her it’s just her and me. There’s no hurry. There’s no destination. I don’t want to get my lips off her. Kiss her till she’s drop dead tired then hug her and pour life inside her. I wish to stay like this forever. Her skin feels new every time I touch her. The smell of her hair arouses passion in me. I love when she rests in my lap and I love to play with her hair. She looks amazingly beautiful when she’s asleep. She’s calm, she’s in peace with her demons, her mind is thoughtless and body tired. Her breaths are uniform, steady and calm. I get lost in looking at her beauty while she’s asleep. She would often wake up and ask me what I was looking at. I would smile and say, “Nothing”. How could I explain the pleasure to her? Seeing her like that makes me feel my world is complete. I would stay awake to have such sight every day and night.

She thinks. She observes. She learns. Her mind is always occupied with thoughts. There is no certainty to what she might be thinking. Her previous thought may or may not provoke the later thought. That’s her. And amidst these thoughts she has thoughts of me. She takes care of me. She calculates what needs to be done for me and she does that. That’s her love. I feel it. I Enjoy it. That’s when my heart says, hold her for a moment and make her forget her thoughts. Calm her down. She melts in my arms. She digs her head deep in my chest and rests. I wrap my arms around her and we sleep. I wake up to see her glowing face. I kiss her cheeks and see that smile running from ear to ear with her eyes still closed. She finds it difficult to speak up in the morning, but with that peaceful sleep and gentle kiss, she effortlessly says Good Morning Muscle. I love to hear that voice; it’s soothing to ears and fills my heart with joy.

When it comes to celebration she’s the most enthusiastic person. She’ll arrange, decorate, cook and serve. She would dance, sing, laugh, and play. She would fill the room with joy and make everyone smile. That’s her charm. That’s her energy. That’s her aura. She does this unknowingly which makes it pure and more beautiful.

Love always brings out the best in you. Loving hard, living hard…

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A letter to a friend

Hi,

In this technology driven world we have completely missed out the beauty of writing letters to our closed ones. As soon as we turn ON the Mobile Internet Switch, we expect a beep showing message from our loved ones. Who doesn’t like surprises? I personally find it hard to explain about someone by writing on a touch display. Hence, this letter, a little surprise. I have always admired women like you in my life.

Why and how you became the lead character in my story? There is something inside you that has always intrigued me. It was because of the strong, elegant, distinct, positive vibe that you carry around yourself. You know what you want, and that is the first thing that attracts me towards you. You don’t blindly accept the role you were conditioned by others to fill. Being raised in a conservative family you know your limits and restrictions. You abide to your duties towards your parents but at the same time you go out discovering yourself; most of the people won’t do under restrictions.

I never knew how strong you are until you spoke of stressing the importance of taking responsibility for your own financial future instead of leaving it in the hands of spouse. It shows that you are responsible for creating your life. You never uttered a word which shows your dependence on someone else.

Me: What do you think about Marilyn Monroe or Monica Bellucci?

She: (laughs) (leans back on the chair, with her one leg pressing against the other) Marilyn was a strong woman and at the same time she never got her love. She was depressed and used to drink. I would never drink in my life, because my dad drinks a lot and my mother doesn’t like it. I don’t know much about Monica Bellucci. I haven’t seen any of her movies.

We haven’t spent much time together, I guess few hours. In this period I have just listened to what you were saying. I observed you, your body language. You are confident in your own skin. You know you are pretty. I would better describe it in your words.

Me: What is your fashion statement, reveal skin or being conservative yet pretty?

She: I like being comfortable in what I wear. I may reveal skin, only when I am assured that if 10 eyes are looking at me, my man can give them the single eye which would turn them down. 

That brought a real man out of me. Trust me. You are very aware of your sexuality. Different women have widely varying opinions on what kind of sexual expression they personally prefer, ranging from waiting until marriage to having guilt-free one-night stands. But you gave a simple yet inspiring answer, “What else do you need to know if you are able to satisfy your man?” That projects confidence. You know what role sex will play in your life.

You have the courage to express yourself authentically. I have seen most of the relationships where women expect men to understand them and unknowingly get depressed by the very fact that their partners aren’t good mind readers. You ask for what you want; you don’t expect others to be mind-readers. You teach others how you want to be treated — not by dropping hints but by telling them directly. You know that you deserve to be heard.

Me: How would you represent yourself at workplace?

She: At workplace I would compete to earn a position for myself. If someone doesn’t like my work I would like to know why he/she doesn’t like it. It’s not people pleasing, it’s self improvement. 

You always try to explore your creative side. You put your ideas into physical form. You are highly intuitive. Hence, you are better at making men chase you. I would like you to know that being alpha woman is a good thing, but do remember that this alpha thing unnecessarily complicates relationships. You need a man who is equally strong and who knows how to handle you with your own brain.

Keep learning and growing. In the long run, your wisdom will become one of your greatest assets, both as a way to meet your own needs and to help others. Your brain and beauty will make you reach great heights.

Kabir

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What India, What America?

Me: Hi
She: Hi 

Me: I need your help

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She: (with her arms folded around her chest) How can I help you?
Me: I need a quick female opinion on…….

Conversation kicks off but her body language contradicts with her words. She seems to be open with her answers but her body is closed. Why? Possible reasons could be that she is unaware of my intentions or probably she sees me as a threat. Did I do anything? Was my body language projecting my need for mating? Do I always look desperate for sex? Was I really desperate? Did I think of sex before approaching her? There are many questions that can arise out of the situation.

India is witnessing a change in male-female relationships. Women today are competing with men and are having a greater exposure than they had in the past few decades. On the other hand, men aren’t familiar with the situation where women can lead men. We all will remain slaves of our mating instincts no matter how much we progress. This is the root cause of all the problems that are encountered in the contemporary Indian society. Men see women as potential mates and women tend to protect themselves from mating. Apart from mating, men-women in the modern world share lots of other relationships. First we need to understand the fact that mating is basic to humans all over the world. A man will always see at butt when a woman leaves the door. There’s nothing wrong. But the way such things are perceived in today’s society has some issues.

She: (with her hands in front of her body, palms up and shoulders shrugged) This is not the place where you can talk with men. Big cities or metro cities are places where people won’t mind if a girl and boy talks. Also, people are quite open minded.
Me: What do you mean by open minded?
She: You know, just because I am nice to him, he shouldn’t think that I like him. Just because we are talking doesn’t mean I want him to fuck me.
Me: Why don’t you find me narrow minded? You didn’t give a thought before using the word ‘fuck’ in front of me.
She: (laughs) Everyone is not like you.
Me: I know

What I want to say is, a girl and a boy can have conversation at any place and at any time. It’s all in your mind that a particular place is good and a particular place is bad. To change the society we need to change individual thinking. If women aren’t open to men, if they perceive men as nothing but addicts of their carnal desires they would do nothing except creating barriers between their freedom and themselves. Freedom is a state of mind. Men on the other hand, need to understand that being casanova isn’t the only way to define your masculinity. Don’t approach women with the pure intention of getting laid. Believe me a woman can make a lot of difference in your life besides tits and ass.

She: Someone sent me a friend request on Facebook.
Me: What did you do?
She: Nothing, he’s a jerk
Me: How did you know?
She: We don’t have any mutual friend, I don’t know him personally.
Me: Yes you are right, you don’t know him personally. What if he had approached you in real life say, at a coffee shop?
She: Why me?
Me: Because you’re pretty, charming and interesting.
She: I know, and I hate when people stare at me. Ha, if someone handsome is there, I would give it a thought. (winks with a naughty smile)
Me: (laugh) 

Well, Facebook or any other social networking media has privacy options. Its individuals call if they like to be open or private. In case of real life, beautiful women are approached daily by lots of men. They like some and they reject a few. There’s no harm in approaching a beautiful women unless you want her directly in your bed after exchanging Hi.

We all watch american movies. We have seen how they have defined men-women relationships. At some point we want to have such relationships. Friends with benefits, No strings attached, Love and other drugs have exceptionally defined romance in a new way. Is it possible to understand the true nature of such relationships at a place where people have gender bias at every step. You visit any temple, any queue of people waiting for paying electricity bill or buying railway tickets, most of the schools and colleges you will see men and women have different lanes, different benches, different queues. Why? A child goes to school and from his childhood he sees a girl as something different, because she sits in a different row than boys. Worst is the case with same sex schools. Do you think he would be able to mix up with women at work place? How much do they understand each other? Is healthy flirting a different thing? Most of the people will say flirting is bad. They will immediately doubt other person’s intentions. You cannot flirt with your friend. If she has a boyfriend then she is double pissed, first by your unusual flirting and later by her boyfriend’s possessiveness. Sex is fun. But is often perceived as a bad thing. Who made it bad? We.
We need to understand the basics of human relations. Of course I would mate with a woman rather than a sheep. I am not that animal fantasy guy. But this doesn’t mean I can’t have a casual conversation with women. This doesn’t mean I can stay out at night and work with a beautiful lady. This doesn’t say that if my profession is to photograph nude models, I won’t arouse their emotions by little bit of flirting to have better pictures. How else would you maintain professionalism if you aren’t in control of your carnal desires? Remember healthy flirting? One thing that needs to be changed is parenting the child in terms of relationships. A teenager is ought to have or at least think of sexual encounters. Our job is to guide him the right way. He is physically ready for intercourse. Our task is to prepare him mentally with proper ethics. Until we are clear and above our mating instincts we wont be able to enjoy a true male-female relationship.

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THE INVISIBLE BUBBLE OF LIFE

Looking at the see-through bubble tents I amazed myself with the ideas of leaving aside everything and having a great time living inside such tents. It’s really easy. I just need to put hand in my pocket and buy myself the pleasure of sitting, staring at the clouds, thinking about nothing and sleeping without a care. Bubble-Tree2-690x517

Why is it so that we like lives of other people and find our lives boring? It’s because we never buy ourselves the bubble we want to live in. Yes, that’s true. We all tend to live in an invisible bubble around us which is made of our daily thoughts. Am I asking you to build an imaginary life made of nothing but thoughts? What we are today is the result of our thoughts in past. I think readers who are reading this have got the answer.

Changing thought process is not a one day process. To buy thoughts is not as easy as to buy two nights at Bubble Tree. It’s really difficult to find your life interesting at a point where you have nothing of what you’ve thought. Hence a research gets much of attention because it states the true fact: 47 per cent of our thinking has aimless thoughts. We tend to get stuck in the very thought process of “I have nothing”, “I am getting bored”, “This is not good”, etc. Slowly we get adapted to such thinking. We accept our life but unknowingly we change our behaviour. In the modern-day book of etiquettes there is no greater sin than that of being dull. We live dull lives. Why?

While I am writing this I am looking at the picture where a chair lies outside the bubble tree tent. Imagine yourself sitting on the chair and have a look at your own life. If you are still thinking of dullness in your life then beware you’re not on the chair outside. Now think of beautiful aspects in your life. See how beautiful your life is. See the aspects of life which were getting ignored when you were inside the bubble. You’ve started your transition to a better life. Well begun is half done!

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MIDNIGHT LOVE

It took me seconds to fall asleep after the tiring whole day routine at the office. Dreams in the form of pictures started running over my head. I was lost in dreams. How I met him. Damn, he looks so charming. I remembered how he approached me that night. His eyes, intense, were penetrating my eyes. They were looking me- the part that I don’t show to this world. Everything was dark but I could see his eyes sparkling. I remember his voice, his smile, and his hands on me. Oh God! I love this man. CS9269

I was dreaming and suddenly something touched me. I didn’t bother to wake up and look for it. It felt warm, soft and tender. Someone was exploring my body the way I want it. Fuck! It was so arousing. The touch was arousing. I felt a warm breath reaching close to my ears. A known sound whispered, “Imagine you are at a party. You’re tipsy after the six rounds of tequila shots. Now you’re dancing and swaying to the music… you’re dancing alone. Suddenly you feel a hand move across your bare back. You’re wearing a backless halter and you feel the hand slipping into the top, over your breasts from behind you. You don’t know who it is, but you can feel the hot, deep breath of a man you don’t know. You don’t care who it is, you’re drunk and you want to be felt all over. Now you see the hands groping all over your breasts in the smoky flickering lights of the discotheque. You can’t see the person too well and very soon you find yourself in his arms and your hands groping over the bulge of his pants…” I opened my eyes to see him lying naked beside me as he was undressing me. He kissed me on my neck and whispered, “Are you having fun? Does it turn you on….?” “You have such a dirty mind, and it works on me!” I replied as I raised and bite his ear. He was naked and the only red ribbon tied around his neck was little surprising until he said, “Happy Birthday Sweetheart.” Wow! He is my birthday gift. I loved the romantic gesture he passed onto me.

There was a sudden change as he pulled my hair and kissed me hard. “I’ve been thinking long and hard about what I’m going to do to you tonight” he said. He was talking softly while the sheets under my butt were getting bunched up. “Undress me” I said as I raised my arms. I was losing myself in his arms as he was reaching every depth. He felt so good in me such that I screamed out loud in ecstasy. We were on a sexual high where all our pain in making love turned into sexual adrenaline. I was tired by the office work, but then waking up in the middle of night and making love tired me in a different way which was full of ecstasy. It made me feel appreciated and admired.

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PERSPECTIVE

Disagreement occurs when two people share different and contradicting perspectives on a subject. I have been surrounded by controversies ever since my toddler age. Wherever I go controversies follow me. Well that’s as true as you would spell MONDAY. 😉 What happens to you when you feel the society -in which you live- as a bounding on you? You search for wings; wings to fly high, alone, free and randomly. I don’t live a life where I think of those fucking “four” persons who are always ready to judge your shit. I wear what I want. I put accessories I like. I choose, I lose, I drive, and I dive. I speak, I raise voice, I challenge and I oppose if I find something wrong. I don’t keep alter ego to live my life. I live the way I want. There is no alias to me. Sometimes I have a view and sometimes I don’t have a view on anything. Shackles of society, caste, race, religion, sex, and relations don’t bind me. Many of us are good at self-deprecating, and are not so good at the opposite. Ask yourself what is your favourite thing about yourself? This is what I like about me. What about you?