Pocket Diary Book Club

Chapter 1
“Ye duniya agar mil bhi jaye to kya hai?…” – Yogesh Ji played an amazing song. Sandeep Bhai
is listening and is in a ‘Paradise Lost’.
Nirali is a woman. And we woman have a hate-hate relationship with our periods, unless
miss it, then we love it, want it to visit and mess up our home and lives.
Raxil is watching ‘The Godfather’ and keeping my bag and picking it up, every few minutes
as I need something else like Jeera and Ajwain.
Rajesh Ji objected to the songs but he was shot down by Nirali. Yogesh Ji is listening quietly.
He is a sweet family man but today I realized something, he has a strong will. It’s not easy to
stop him listening to his playlist or coming on a book reading, star gazing trip with almost
strangers.
“Zu Zu Zu Zu…”
I have never heard these songs before. AI & Algorithms can never replace this feeling, of we
humans learning, discovering music, books, movies in pen drive and ayurvedic items from
bags of each other.
“Ujla hi Ujla… sheher hoga
Ho jisme hum tum… banaenge ghar”
And Shaurya, the silent friend, bears the Indian tempo traveller seats with his long legs and
6’3 height.
Also, he is changing songs, keeping expense logs, and had cotton! Which man brings things
that a woman remembers? He has things that I forgot. Like paper plates.
“Amore Mio dove stai tu
Ye kya ga raha hai?
Apne pyaar ko yaad kar raha hai, aur keh raha hai ki,
Aa aa aa, aise nahi, ga ke sunao na…”
We are close to seeing the sun, as it comes up, all our plans to sleep are lost in talks and
laughter.
5:09 am
Enroute to Ghanerao
Song: Tracy Chapman (Fast car)
“…. Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better…”