Rohit Sharma

It’s the month end. During the school days, we would have waited for the final exams to end and the summer vacations to begins. A blackout of 3 months to follow, in which the child in the soul would cherish. As we dragged out of bed with half done sleep, we get ourselves stuck in the mid of a traffic. This commonality of reaching office in time remains with the school. The teachers are replaced by disciplining seniors. Different places, different experiences. They were also new-joinees someday.  It’s lunch time. We prefer to go out of the office premises and leave the building for a while. There is a solitude-adjusted place, that we have found - me and a colleague. It’s a tiny garden. There is green grass and there are few trees with a limited canopy. We depend on that limitedness and irrigate our corporate-caged soul. It isn’t that tough as it seems. Somedays are meant to feel more. We sit for a while. With a head-down over my arms, I would nap for 3-4 minutes. We leave with a lit...

Shiva is agitated. He was being woken up from his deep meditative state. After years, he mated with the gorgeous looking Parvati. It was a cosmic resonance. The pleasure was immeasurable. It went for the whole night. They made tremendous love to eachother. Shiva has got seriously engulfed by his desire. He wants Parvati again. But there is no trace of her. She is not to be found. Caught with the dillemma of future penance and emotional upheaval, she has got into hiding. Shiva is wondering in the forests, skies & oceans and calling the name of his mate. All the animals in the jungle are scared. The ash soaked body of Shiva is lightening with the fire of longing. His linga is hard and wants to be rubbed. It wants to go inside parvati. It's the month of Monsoon. Chilled air is flowing above the Earth surface. Every now and then, tumultuous clouds gather dark in the sky and hold everything at a standstill. They roar and pour heavy. There is no limit. Shiva sees no boundary. He is w...