A ride on the bus

The breeze tickled my neck
It kissed me behind my ear
It whispered in my ears

And made me giggle

A hint of a smile played on my lips

The gentle morning sunlight

Warmed my cheekbones

My eyes sparkled with pure hope

I looked out at high rise buildings

And vast open fields

Scores of trees bathing in the yellow light

The dimple in my cheek waited

As if expecting a silly grin

The sun's warmth and the touch of the breeze

travelled down my spine

And made me shiver with anticipation

And I smiled as I sang to myself

"Zindagi ke naye mod par

Aa gaye aaj hum idhar

Reh gaye kuch vastain

Ab nayi manzile...

Paana hai...Paana hai"*

(*Nokia N-Series Ad Jingle)

Lemony Greens

I see lemony greens,
Pinkish orange and aquamarine blue
The sun warms my shoulder
And I’m sleeping in Candy floss
This is the feeling,
The feeling I’m feeling
What I am feeling with you

I’m swimming in a sea of chocolate
Molten ice-cream all round me
I smell nut-meg and cinnamon
A feather brushes my neck
This is the feeling,
The feeling I’m feeling
What I am feeling with you

My toes are on warm grass
I smell the wet mud of rains
The clouds glide by o’er me
The breeze kisses my face
This is the feeling,
The feeling I’m feeling
What I am feeling with you

A shawl around my shoulders
Old woolen socks on my feet
Lounging on my sofa
Home is how this is
This is the feeling,
The feeling I’m feeling

This is the feeling,
Yeah, This is the feeling,

The feeling I’m feeling
What I am feeling with… you

Thank you....

You picked up the phone on the first ring

You knew from my voice that something was amiss

I ranted on and on about some mindless troubles

It was 3am

You listened

I danced on crazy numbers

You joined in

I sang my favourite song, totally off-key

I heard you hum along

I insisted on singing songs in languages you don't understand

I remember, you let me translate each line for you

I was biting my nails

You held my hands

I was having nightmares in my sleep

You didn't sleep so that you could wake me up with good news

I wanted to jump with joy and shout out my achievement

You picked me up and swung me 'round in the air

I read out my writing

You cared, you commented, you complimented

You checked to see if I had written anything new

I felt like I had a fan

You went one way, I went the other

You still discussed my dreams, even encouraged them

I forgot to ask how you felt

You always seemed to know how I did

I stumbled, I walked in crooked lines

You helped me walk straight

I fell asleep

You covered me with a blanket

I left town and came back
You'd have a big smile for me every time
We'd laugh and talk as if no time had passed in between
You always made me want to return

Thank you...and you...and you...and you...and you...and you...

Writing...

"Writing has taken over my life so much that foreplay begins while I'm writing...we get on with it...he finishes...I get back to my writing and then I climax"...
.................................................................................................Anonymous

I've got one hand in my pocket, And the other one is giving a high five

I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five

I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm worthless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette

What it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign

I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm shy but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano

What it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything's just fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxicab...

...Alanis Morissette

I am running away...

I am running away
Let me run

I putting up walls
Don't try to break them down
I'll open the gates when the time comes

I don't feel
Don't try to make me

I can only see joy
I only hear laughter
Else, I refuse to hear u

I see me, I know me, I trust me

I walking around, I'm exploring
Don't laugh because you walk in a line

I'm a dreamer, let me dream
I like being strangers, let me be

My nose isn't in the air, just my head
I am living inside me, but i see you

Stand where you are, I'll walk to you
Don't barge into me

I am me
Accept it!

Define this!

Bansuri:

The bansuri (bans [bamboo] + swar [musical note] is a transverse alto flute made of a single length of bamboo and has six or seven open finger holes. There are no keys to produce sharps and flats, therefore all accidentals and microtones, as well as meend (glissandi) and other ornaments, so important to Indian classical music, are produced by a unique fingering technique.

Flautist: (flôtst, flou-)

n.
One who plays the flute; a flutist.

I: (ī) pron.
Used to refer to oneself as speaker or writer.

n., pl. I's.
The self; the ego.

I'm diving in...Comprende?

I dream....

I dream
Of tomorrows

Tomorrows of families, of kids
Tomorrows of fields, and hills
I see ecstacy, I see darkness,
And then again, the sun shines

Tomorrows of making love
Tomorrows of days and nights
I fly higher and higher
I scream aloud

Tomorrows of written pages
Tomorrows of golden books
I see, I write
I make a world

Tomorrows of small cottages
Tomorrows of rosewood tables
A house, a home
A life of happiness in solitude

My Life
Of todays

Of families and friends
Of finding love and letting it go

Todays of work and play
Of written words and spoken
This morning of music and letters
this evening of house and home

Today being more than the dream of tomorrow
The tomorrows being more than the dream...

Dear People,

I love the mornings, the crispy winter air
I love the nights, dark, velvety, mysterious
I love the cool wind on my face
But, I don’t know how to love you

I love books, their words
I love writing
I love reading, and yet
I don’t know how to love you

I love the strums of a guitar
I love the notes of a flute
I love a good song
Still, I don’t know why, I don’t know how to love you

I love to tell you my every little joy,
I love to talk about nothing at all
I love to talk about my dreams to you
And though I try, I don’t know how to love you

I love to have you around
I love to be without you
I dream about you a lot
But, no! I don’t know how to love you

I love your bodies, your kisses, your hugs
I love your touch on my skin
I love the lingering smell you leave
It’s just that, I don’t know how to love you…

A cozy nook and a good book

"oh, for a cozy nook and a good book...."

I was walking along in Aundh, Pune yesterday, searching for something, when I chanced upon "twistntales"...and I fell in love.

This is a cozy book store in gaikwad nagar aundh.

The store is almost perfect.

The entry is covered by a canopy, and below this canopy is a seating cum playing area.
But what really thrills, is once you enter the shop.
While the shop itself is pretty cozy, they have made fantastic utilizaion of sapce. The books are arranged on wooden book stands that zig-zag all round the shop.

This makes for easy acessibility of books.
Also the books are arranged in no-nonsense categories and best of all the books are stacked in the category they actually belong to, unlike some big brand book store chains I have visited.

Since space is a luxury, they dont have the biggest collection of books, but it does have a fantastic collection. It stocks all the old and new best-sellers and all the new books in the market.

Plus its collection strikes you with its diversity, It has books not only in fiction, non-fiction india, management,et but it has a good collection of humour, which I found sorely lacking in the other big book store I frequent.

They also have this board where they put up cut-outs of book reviews from different newspapers, magazines, the net, must-read booklists etc. Awesome!

But what sets twistntales in a class of its own is the service.

The employees of this bookstore are young college students who are working part-time.
Now, what makes them exceptional, is that they are very well read, and have great knowledge not just about books in general but also thorough knowledge about their collection...which sadly you dont find in other places.

Since the employees are well read, they are also able to make recommendations in a genre of your choice.
Thus not only do they make it a pleasure to shop, but also if you listen closely and pay attention, you get some awesome book recemendations.
The employees actually discuss books while waiting on you, so you get a "walking-talking" book review.
It really is a pleasure to see quality book store employees. For years I have fretted about how the calibur of book store employees just doesnt cut it. For starters they lack what i think should be a pre-requisite, a love for books.

And I saw that spark here. I am pleased.

And I think I showed it.

I grinned from ear to ear when i was asked if i would liked to be mailed the weekly book reviews they do. I mean this place had genuine class.

And they gave me a bookmark too. :-) And a paper bag for the book I bought.
I have always thought that book stores should do this. And somebody is!!!!

And it didnt hurt that i found a fantastic book while I was there.

"The city of dreaming books" by Walter mores.

Its a book for all book lovers. But more on that later.

This was just my ode to the perfect cozy nook of a book shop.

If you are in pune, you have to visit it. Dive into this magical kingdom of books and book lovers.


twistntales
Yourneighbourhoodbookstore.

Contact Details of Twistntales
Address
Shop No1 Siddarth, Gaikwad Nagar, Aundh,
Pune-411007
Phone No
25881465

Time:10.30 To 20.30 Monday Closed.

Subscribe:twistntales@yahoogroups.com

Email:contact@twistntales.com

Books & More-The book store of my dreams

Reading a book isn’t about just the hour, 2 hours or 2 days that you spend reading it. It is about what you take away from the book, what remains with you.
Many of the books you read become part of who you are, they define you.


A book will awaken many hidden emotions within you. It’ll unlock your mind and give flight to your thoughts. And it’ll be so much more enjoyable because you can paint the canvas in the colors you want. You can sketch the characters in your mind using the author’s words. You can paint the sky in the colors you want and plant the flowers in the gardens as you choose. It’s your canvas. You are the artist.

Some of the most peaceful and happiest moments you will spend in your life will be curled up with a book in one hand and a coffee mug in the other. I know mine are. The pure warmth and emotion that fills you, as you laugh and cry with the characters of the book, is an experience that will leave you exhilarated, breathless and at the same time filled with a strange calm. It’ll make your eyes fill with tears for Meg and Amy and Jo and little Beth March.
As the warm coffee makes its way down your throat and you bite into a crunchy blueberry cup cake you fall in love with Elizabeth Bennet and dream about Darcy.

It is with the idea of getting to you this seductive and intoxicating combination of literature and a cuppa coffee, we bring to you “Books & More”