The Dot!

As a child, I came across a very small Dot at the end of an English sentence and wondered what the Dot was and why was it there.

Was it an artistic way of writing or the author had just put his pen on the page and decided not write....so the ink spot was from the tip of the pen.......later I got to know The Dot was The Full Stop.

Time passed and I kept moving higher in education, used The Dot in many forms. Used it as a decimal, semicolons...and in many more ways.

The second major stage of my life when I came across A Dot which had no relevance with the one I knew before. I found just Dot on the squash ball, different color Dot meant different speed of the ball. The Yellow Dot the slowest and used in India and The White Dot one of the fastest balls to play with.

The significance of the Dot in the English language was totally different to the one in Squash. Well I was introduced to another Dot in my life.

Now the third major Dot, which I have heard of but yet to see is The Red Dot. Looking forward to the Red Dot on the pictures I have displayed in the Exhibition. I dream, drink , walk, run, sleep and Live the Red Dot now.

Lucy Gray

The Morning after the Stormy Night, Lucy's parents kept running around looking for her but there was no sign of her any where.

Her mother spied her foot steps, till there were no foot steps after the missing plank on the bridge. They left all hopes of getting her back, the river below the bridge was flowing with the great current and there was no question of she surviving.

As the story goes, Lucy can still be heard singing softly on a stormy night and at times be seen walking with the lantern in the middle of the woods, but she never looks behind.

It has not been many months sinse Lucy has been missing, I happen to spot her in the middle of the woods one day while I was off to the town for my daily work. She was not very far from me, so I called out for her but it seemed she did not hear me.

Lucy had the lantern in her hands but with no light. She was wearing a white dress which had lost the whiteness and become brown. Her hair were unsettled and her shoes were not there.

I ran towards her ( before she would vanish, as I had heard) and stood right in front of her. She stopped but was still looking down and humming some tune which I had never heard. The humming stopped and she looked up at me......her eyes were wet, her rosy cheeks had turned pale, before I could realise she hugged me and howled and said..... she had failed to make it to the town that stormy night. She was still looking for the way to the Town to get her mother back.

Lucy Gray is not dead, she is still alive. It was actually Lucy Gray who people would see, but were scared to go near her thinking it was her Ghost.

" What one sees is not always real"

The Passenger.

Every time the plane flew over my house, I always thought it had at least one passenger with tears in his/her eyes, sitting and looking down and thinking why he/she had to leave.

Sitting in the plane and thinking, wish the aircraft turns back, wish the person to whom he/she had bid good bye was still there thinking the same thing the plane would come back and decide never to part again.

The houses down below keep becoming smaller and smaller till the clouds block the view and sad passenger starts getting used to the fact of that There is no going back now. As time passes he/she starts to think about the destination, about what next to do....what he/she will be doing there.

Soon the plane would land and the sad passenger would de plane smiling, as if nothing had happened. Would call up the person at the departed city to let him/her know about their well being and carry on. Would miss the good times at times.....but would carry on.

The Monk

The older Monk carried the woman in his head till the Monestry....where as the younger one picked her up and dropped her after crossing the river.So who commited a Sin? The Older Monk or the Younger one.....Leave things behind once over....keep walking.

Blue and White

Where did I go ? It was so beautiful, the place was all Blue and White. Lots of water around and the fish in the pond looked so colorful.

He offered me to hold his finger, which I did. Soon i was in the flea market....then to the fountain and then I was close to the Pillar made out of Blue and White stone ( One I have never seen before) when he parted. He said bye........and I woke up!

Truth.

The Truth is I hate to Lie............ The False is I do'nt want to Deny.