The Departure...

A Strange rendezvous. Two Strangers meet . One Sleepy town. In a Big world.
Emotions.
Sleepless nights.
Daydreams.
Love.

A sweet girl and a nice boy.
The boy has to go back to his land.
The girl has to stay back.

Some days later,
The two meet for the last time at the Airport.

They look into each others eyes.
They hug,
They kiss,
The girl gives red roses to the boy.
They wave each other good bye.
The boy flies away.
The girl stands there. At the Airport.
And then she starts walking back.

And as she walks from the departure terminal....she is singing...slowly...to herself.

I'm a big big girl

In a big big world
It's not a big big thing if u leave me
But I do do feel
That I do do will
Miss u much
Miss u much

I can see the first leafs falling
It's all yellow and nice
It's so very cold outside
Like the way I'm feeling inside

Outside it's no raining
And tears are falling from my eyes
Why did it have to happen
Why did it all have to end

I have your arms around me
Warm like fire
But when I open my eyes......
Your gone

I'm a big big girl
In a big big world
It's not a big big thing
If u leave me
But I do
Feel I will
Miss u much
miss u much

Clark Watson Writes ....

Clark Watson is a Senior Computer Scientist at CSC, US . I met him during my trip to US last year and we shared our interests. He loves music and is also the lead vocalist of music band.
I sent him my story and he read and gave the following review. After reading this, I think Clark is a great writer himself and this is the best review I have got so far this story from an American reader.

Here it goes :


Sumran's "Palmetto Heat" is a wonderful continuation of a young Sikh's first time experiences in America...... yet so much more. It is a linear tale told with occasional flashbacks to further accentuate the absorbing tale. As I read "Palmetto Heat", I almost felt a bit guilty. There are such honest, heartfelt revelations, it was like stumbling across the diary of some misunderstood artist. The author has a brave uncompromising ability to open his heart and paint a genuine picture with his words. Something lacking in many of the contrived productions I read or see on film today. There are so many different layers to this story - An enticing autobiography; A journal recounting the exploration of America; Poetic verses of worldly observations. But, for me, underneath it all, there is an underlying theme, whether intentional or not, of loneliness and a genuine desire to find love. The desperate chances. The heart wrenching rejection. The excitement of possibilities. I could almost hear the immortal words from Freddie Mercury's song, "Somebody to Love" on each page:

I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay
all on my own - I get down on my knees
And I start to pray Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?

Being from America, I was afraid the India and Sikh cultural references might be lost on me, but the elements were brought into the story as needed and actually served as compelling additions which in no way alienated me from the beautifully crafted drama. It was touching to witness the wide eyed exuberance of an international visitor experiencing America in a way that I have long taken for granted. Sumran's narrative quality is elegantly poetic - "There was a powerful stream galloping out of the plateau forest, dancing through rocky rapids..." "Whispering into my ear, her glittery semblance pervading the space around me." A saga crafted by an artist. A saga whose continuation I anxiously await.









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