Singing in the choir, side by side 

Rocking back and forth, while our arms slide

Its evening and its starry and its so much pretty 

Would like the sky to open and get lost beneath.

My Favourite Book.

I did mention a few years ago about a book named “Kane And Abel” by Jeffery Archer. I salute that man for such an outstanding book about hoteliers and bankers, prejudice and rivalry. I am deeply connected to this book. I read it first time when I was 13 years old and shared it wid Dad. We both fell in love with the book. Personally, I fell in love with William Lowell Kane and Abel Rosnovski ( Wladek ). Both the characters are so strong and brutal at the same time. Kane backed Abel in money for the hotels and Abel saved Kane’s life during the war. Both were square. What I loved about the book was the love between their children, Richard and Florentyna.
Today, after reading the book again after 5 years, I must say I didnt like the ending at all. I felt sorry that Kane and Abel didnt get to talk. Because of their blind hatred and prejudice, they remained in the dark. They didnt even see their children for years because of the mutual feud.
I wanted the end to be different. I wanted Abel to know that it was Kane who backed him when he needed it. As that was the rootcause of Abel’s hatred.
I wanted them to be friends, have family dinners and end their lives in bliss of being relatives.

I wanted Abel to get back his castle. I felt awful about Abel’s awful childhood, how much he suffered in the dungeons. The Baron died rather rotted away in front of his eyes. His sister was killed so awfully. After returning to his childhood home, I wanted his mother to recognise him, to hug him, to love him. I wanted Zaphia to be more understanding and support him in his endeavours. She turned out to be aloof to his success. I didnt get her attitude. And most of all, I wanted Henry Osborne to die for all that he made Anne suffer. I felt awful about her death. She gave up all her money for Henry, the dog. He gambled it all away!  And made her pregnant even when she had been strongly advised not to. That part was not good at all.

Best part about this book was the fact that two people, born in two ends of the world with different backgrounds and stories and struggles, crossed paths in such a sinister manner and almost succeeded in ruining each other.

Abel shiuldnt have humiliated Kane in his old age by dismissing him as the Chairman of the Lester’s bank. But then Kane shouldnt have leaked the secrets about Abel’s illegal activities which were the sole doings of Osborne. Both were harsh and set to destroy each other.

I loved their inspiring way of achieving success. It almost makes me want to go for banking or hotel management. Haha. Not so easy as Mr Archer made it look.


Nonetheless, I adore this book. Its my all time favourite and I doubt my opinion will ever change. I will hold this book in my heart forever.


Two poles, two directions, two continents
Separated by gaps like atlantic and pacific
Huge spaces, like forbidden territories
Cannot cross the deserts, cannot bridge the gaps
Thats how far we all are
Never to meet, never reach the end
Walking forever we move ahead, no coast, no oasis nothing of life to be said
Distance is too much, heat of the sun beating down on us
While we walk and walk forward with hope in our eyes
There is no end, there is no edge
We still walk, on and on
Trying to catch up, trying to lessen the distance.

He Says …

He says to be strong, he says to hold on
He says to let things go, to let it all flow
He says he will be there, forever by my side
He says that life is beautiful, I just have to open my eyes
He says that he will be my ship in the desert, help me cross it, to reach the other end
He says he will lead me in my journey, help me in my hurdles

He says to be strong, he says to hold on
He says I have a soul, too pretty for everyone to know
He says I have a heart, a heart too caring, too loving
He says he sees the good in me, when all I feel is the dark shadows holding me
He says he’s my friend and he wont leave me, that I am not alone
He says that I am real when all I see is someone else in me
He says to let it go, to claim my joy and not to lay low.

Hard To Say The Final Goodbye

Seeing you getting old, seeing the sparkle diminish from your eyes
The dark truth lying at the horizon, looming forth with the speed of light
Years passing in a rush, trying to hold on to seconds
Dreading the moment when you give up
Throw this life in our faces and go
Leave me alone and alone here to mourn
Not caring if I still needed you, nor believing if I told you
You had a mind of your own, a spirit of the moon taken on loan
Seeing you getting old day by day
Getting weak, getting feeble, getting in the way
We battle with eyes, to stay or not to stay
Mine reflecting plea, yours determined
You wont bend, neither will I
Not prepared to say the final goodbye
I refuse to accept that you are old
For me you will be the same forever,
For I am too weak to let you go
As life leaves your body, with a speed so deadly yet slow.