even a queen needs company

Weekends, here in the US, people live only for these two days, two days that start on a Friday night and end on the Sunday morning. And, then the poeple go back to their anticipation of the coming week ahead and to the next wekend and to their next instalment of Monday blues - already from Sunday morning!

And so here I was all alone with one more of these 'Sundays', the supposedly 'fun days'! I was expecting it to be a funfilled day, with a few close friends, cooking and having dinner with me. The day started late with the hangover of the previous saturday nights' fun - with me waiting to hear from the invited.

Routine weekend cleaning chores were in motion, and here I was - also running out of patience. I finally decided to call my guests to get headcount for the evening. Since I was multitasking, I continued on the one hand with my cleaning sweep and on the other hand, conversing on the phone.

And all the while with the phone in my hand, I ws thinking why I should be the one to call? I mean, if I were invited to a dinner, I would have felt honoured by the very invitation itself! And the least I could do or, even, would do is to respond to the invitation - with a yes, no, even a simple 'maybe?' Something?

Anyway, the absence of a call was an answer by itself. Their drop out rate was 60%- too much for me to take. It made me feel that people did not respect invitations any longer, and I would seriously have to think the next time before I would invite them for a fun dinner or, for that matter any dinner at my castle.

Somehow, later, in the evening, their absence did not even matter. Because the 40% that were present had an evening that was jazzing, rocking, hard rocking with feel good chitchatting. And, this 40% were composed of about 77 and one half chips of tortilla scoops that were interacting with a bowlful of the legendary guacamole and about thirty separate musicians - each trying to make us believe that their song was better than the one we had just heard!

But we were not bothered. Each song was better than the last because it was not the songs outside of us that made the evening alive but the songs within.

within our hearts and in our minds and in each and every one of those chips [tortilla, remember?] that I have mentioned before.

believe me - when the heart is happy even tortilla chips can sing...

and the queen was no longer lonely...

My heaven on the earth

A Gateway to the Heaven, my heaven!





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A lone tree amid waters





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some day, someone was waiting here for someone..

A world haritage monument near the same small wonder.