Just thoughts...

                  The lake lay quiet and still. The water calm. He by its edge deep in some thought. The legs of his corduroys filled up, right to the knees. The breeze swished passed his naked feet, making its presence felt. The geese were unusually quiet. He could hear the distant rustle of shrubs, swaying. Swaying in accord with the breeze. The cool breeze would gather pace once in a while, sending a shiver down his spine. Somewhere far off a murder of crows cawed their way back home. The rocky surface of the edge wasn't particularly comfortable. Yet it was worth the compromise. To sit by the edge dangling his legs over the edge. The subtle warmth of the setting sun on his face. There was some time before the annoying lady would come. Peace, yes peace was what he found here. The smell of dinner being cooked waffled in from somewhere. Perhaps the hut which stood nearby. But dinner could wait. For this was the time he cherished. A bee buzze...

           Been long since words found a way again. But a spark is all it takes to give it a vent. Romeo and Juliet the eternal story of romance. William Shakespeare, perhaps one of the greatest playwrights ever, would have hardly imagined this tragedy of his to live beyond generations. Such is the following that this magnum opus has inspired hundreds of other works. The time has long gone by when one would call any "inspired" love story to be copied from this epic tale. The tale of two star crossed lovers. The quintessential lover of the Montagues ('rajadis' for the ramleela sync) Romeo and the pretty young lady of the Capulets ('saneras' for the same) Juliet have created the chemistry which has enticed literature buffs alike. And where there is love there has to be a creep of hate. Somewhere it springs and ends with the death of the two lovers. A death which perhaps could have been avoided or maybe not. The debate over this minus...