Fresh air filled the autumn day, cool and crisp, as I walked along a wide asphalt path. A whispering breeze whistled through maple leaves, while oak trees stood guard; pillars leading to an ancient Greek temple.

I looked around the waiting room; the walls were painted a dull yellow, which was ironical, since the person waiting beyond those walls would definitely choose white as his favourite colour. Directly opposite me, at a desk topped with a snazzy Dell, sat the pretty receptionist who took your calls and made your appointments, and beside her was the door which led to the actual chamber. The door had a sign which read ‘Dr. Ravinder Singh’ in big black letters, followed by twenty four of the twenty six letters of the English alphabet, which signified his educational qualifications. However, on closer inspection, it was revealed that fourteen of those twenty four were Ds, which was not surprising, since it was a dentist’s clinic I was trapped in.

I was in my study cleaning up all the junk that had got accumulated over the week. The week had been a very relaxed one. I had only three people visit me. The first two were of no mention but the third one was a very peculiar case. I very distinctly remember him though I have never seen him around in this part of the town.

I know much has been written about the story of our country’s independence. Many movies have been made which portray the boldness which the people of this country showed, in a moment we needed the most.
This story is not about those who fought on the front end, but it’s just a humble attempt what went in their families, their hopes, dreams and fears.

It was getting cold out when we found the abandoned, old shack. It was half falling-down; but it was better than having to stay outside in the cold, with snow on the way. Nobody had lived there in a long while. We broke the lock on the back door to get in. The shack was off by itself so we didn’t really worry about getting caught and we were so cold, we didn’t really care if we did.

When Saara heard the front door open and shut, she called down the stairs, “Did you bring the mail?” A gust of cold air raced past her and she shivered. Winter had lasted too long this year. She was so ready for those cheerful little snowdrops to poke up through the hoary ground and announce that warmer weather was coming.

I grabbed at the door handle, furious with the weather and even more furious with myself as I desperately wanted to run out from the house just now. I felt suffocated in that environment.

It was a beautiful Monday morning. The hills that were once covered with green leaves had changed into a beautiful blush of orange, red and green. It seemed like a blessing from the Almighty. Fall seemed like a perfect change in the midst of long days of summer to short, gloomy days of winters. The breeze lulled the leaves gently and they flowed along in pure ecstasy and joy. It was a season that brightened a person’s life and changed his perspective towards things.

I have to share this wild dream my friend Vineet had of meeting the Remix Gang. Remix was a TV serial which used to air on Star One at 8:00 p.m. initially and later at 8:30 p.m. from November 1, 2005 till May 28, 2007.

Building houses by the sea has its advantages and disadvantages. Some love the scenic beauty others dread the unpredictable waves. Yet for some naive beings like her, it’s a feeling of bliss, an imaginary freedom from the four walls, the shackles that bind her soul.