Relax, spare some time and breathe easy. I want to tell you something, something about one of my LIFE’S journeys. This journey in the bus was hardly for 5 hrs. But after 425 days, I am still travelling in the same bus. 29 March 2009. Sunday morning. Hyderabad. I boarded the bus to Nizamabad, to attend a service call (Life at GE!!!). When we were about to cross the city border, our bus halted. After some unusual conversations at the rare end of the bus, a couple walked out of

I saw her eyes. They were wet. And I can see my Image reflecting in her eyes. I was smiling in her eyes (though I was not) and I was handsome there, than I was in front of her. She loved me more than I deserved…and in return I hurt her more than I should (only harm she did was to love me…more than herself). When she was a dream…I wished that she would be real and now when she is real I’m praying that she should be a fable. I want to say ADIEU. But my lips were trembling, my h