Monday, December 19, 2005

My Mirror

Flashback to 19 December 1980. A bespectacled sprightly young boy with curly black hair borrows a moped from his childhood friend and rides with him, from Kankhal to Roorkee, traversing a distance of 30 kms, to meet a girl he had been corresponding with for the last two months. He reaches her residence at the Roorkee University campus and discovers that she is still at school and decides to wait for her in her sprawling garden. After an hour or so, he sees her coming through her back garden. There is a spring in her steps and an air of expectancy about her. And what a sight she makes. Tall, elfin, long blonde hair and warm brown eyes: a perfect child-woman. Was it love at first sight? (That’s a long story, folks.) Today, I celebrate twenty five years of friendship with Shelle, my firefly, my companion in good times and in bad times, my mirror and my wife. Thank you, S.

Meanwhile, CNN-IBN has had a soft launch, but more than what’s on the idiot box, I am impressed with their website. It has a slew of interactive features and lotsa video content. Check it out.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Santre,

Your blog is extremely intresting and intriguing. Have come across many poems written for or dedicated to Shelle - who in this blog you call "my mirror". She really must be a very special person. Cheers to 25 years of your association!

-an intrigued stranger

1:31 AM PST  
Blogger santre said...

Thank you, Stranger, a fellow traveller in cyberspace. Yes, Shelle is a very special person and am glad you like poetry. Do stay in touch. Cheers...

4:33 AM PST  

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