A Good Life

The hot summer sun scorched the lands, For rain they prayed with raised hands. Water resources were fast depleting, Soon there wouldn't be enough, even for drinking. Then it rained and cooled the burning ground, There was happiness and joy all around. It continued to rain, reservoirs filling fast, The crops did good, food would be abundant at last. Heavily it rained and the river did swell, Breaching it's boundaries, made way to where people dwell. And it continued to rain, water flooded the plain, The rising water destroyed their crop and grain. Strong winds blew in, none could stand in the way of it's might, The trees bowed to it's fury, oh it was such a sight. As water from the river made way for village lands, To stop the rain they prayed with raised hands. Rain rain go away, people of the village want to stay, Spare us from your fury, come again another day. The same water which gives life now threatened to take it, Fearing for life the...

" Boss, ek glass paani dena, aur pankha chalu kar yaar ", said Vicky as he made himself comfortable in a plastic chair at Sapna dhaaba. Sapna dhaaba was a small eating place on NH4 outside the city limits of Mumbai. It was late in the night and there weren't many people in this secluded place, surrounded by a forest. Vicky had been going through a difficult phase and drove down to escape the hussle of life. The waiter got him water and a menu card. Vicky gulped down the water and asked for more with the movement of his hand. Vicky was looking really troubled as he put his elbows on the table and held his head in his palms. Suddenly he felt a pat on his shoulder, startled he turned around quickly to see who it was and was surprised to see a beautiful woman. "Hi, you seem to be troubled, do you mind if I join you?" asked the woman. "Please take a seat", said Vicky. Her comforting voice and calm demeanour instantly made Vicky feel better. "Order s...