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Almost an year ago I knocked the door of the room in the hostel where I met my friend Almeiz for the first time. A well built Kyrgyz lad whom I'd disturbed from an afternoon sleep. The room was as all rooms are meant to be; so I will reminisce about something else. To my surprise I discovered that my friend couldnt speak English at all. And to his inconvenient awareness, I would do no better, as Kyrgyz or Russian to me were as new as today's rain. Later, as we both started understanding each other through a new 'other' language: a result of our hardwork over the days in building words combined with some crisp sign-gesturing, we realized some time later that, on that first day itself, we welcomed each other with friendly intent. But I would like to go back again to that first afternoon in the room. As I took seat against the table and looked in front, an unlit wall-lamp beckoned me to feel at home. The next moment my table was struck to life with the beautiful wa

Hey. Its been a while since the last post; quite a while. But this time I intend to remain active. Want to start with a quotation ofcourse: "A smile is the chosen vehicle for all ambiguities." ~ Herman Melville I was reading these words few days ago somewhere. Couldn't help smiling myself. How true Melville is I started wondering. And suddenly , like a whirlwind, I am reminded of numerous instances where, while reading the novels that we read, faint flickering smiles accompany our faces, just like our thoughts escort the writing's ambiguous paradoxes which (if considered naturally) help in rendering our own life experiences. Ambiguity, sharing the most natural of connections with the Arts we create, render, imagine and yield to, reflects the essence of what we are. You might wonder and ask me, :"does it"? I reply, with an equally mysterious smile that Melville intends to ponder on through his words, "perhaps".