Lonely road

Rain Rain...

No m not saying go away.. oh m just bak from Rajasthan... How can I say that at the very outset.. however after sometime in Mumbai .,. I might ;-) .... anywayz till then...
The weather was awesome at home with some cool showers... I was on a holiday for which i went to manali.. had some cool pics there.. have a look at one..
I clicked this one at a cafe in midst of hills on a trek to a beautiful waterfall... amazing experience... Rain added several stars to the lifetime experience.... anywayz life's bak to same borin mode with holidays ending today.. neverthless.. m happy that these holidays i revived my dead blog.. and wud try to be more regular on all the blogs...

Back after an year or so

I have been away from this blog of mine for so long.. but the affinity I have to this blog brought me back.. I started another blog which will anywayz run in parallel with this one now... But I really felt that I have been away from all my blogbuddies... Only in my holiday time did I realize that how much do I miss my blog... I will be continuing on this blog again...

Oh my blog I love you

Migrated

Hi all,

I have migrated to a new blog.....

http://chaistop.wordpress.com/


Aditya

Black Veil Chapter-5

A big shining billboard read “Welcome to Glasgow!”… And a scarred figure was seen moving out from the exit… the figure was adorned with a thick brown furred overcoat.. a hat.. suede Scottish boots .. he was carrying a large travelbag in one hand and the other held his stick… Roger Scott has just arrived in Glasgow….. he went to a nearby phone booth… dialed a no. and put two coins… He came out after 10 odd minutes… called to a nearby cab driver… soon he was moving towards his destination….

“We have arrived, monsieur!”

“Oh! Yes,…. I was a bit asleep. Here is your money. Thanks!”

Scott hopped out and with his luggage entered a building…
The building had a plush green lawn in front, adorned with velvety grass and seasonal flowers… several climbers were hanging from the terrace… sides were blessed with an oval pool… the sun shined his way to Scott eyes thru pool’s glare… the house was a three storey bungalow… the name stone read “ Hastings, Jack”…. The place was well decorated with a shiny tree decorated nearby pool with various tinkling lights.. gifts.. eatables…. He rang the bell…
“Hello! Is Jack home?”
“Welcome Sir! Please be seated, I will inform him.”

A person with a short stature comes in… wearing mooney spectacles and carrying a white beard… he was wearing white shorts topped by a blue t shirt… a cap and a pair of sporties in foot marked his casual attire on the fine day…
The man moved to the couch in front of the one on which Scott was sitting.. the room was a round one well decorated with furniture … the couch was a burly one with a nice mahogany wood to it.. a giant chandelier was hanging from the duplex’s roof…just behind the Scott’s couch was a nice small bar adorned with well brewed scotch and malts.. the classic wines were also available for classic savors… there was a big window nicely arched facing the garden and the tapestry was a perfect natural peep in…. the room spotted a white marbled floor with a heavy carpet on it… the room was decorated with several marble sculptures… Walls were adorned with scenic landscapes and bore a clear testimony to the interest of host in photography and wildlife… some typical artifacts were ornamenting the room standing quietly in the corners….

“Merry Christmas Scott! What a surprise!! “