The tiny little fingers, spread on the grass green, the freshly moved lawn had left it a little sparkling clean. Her little dress spread across all over the small legs, that could barely hold its weight. It was an early morning sunshine hour. The little bright sun rays, peeping in and out through the tall … Continue reading oh my, tiny existence…
Some engrossed sadness and a rush of unsought happiness was tough, for days passed by, Until It was thought this should have a name Looking for help near and far None to believe and no hand to hold by, There was no magic, for endless therapies gone Until it all went in vain, no matter … Continue reading The untold muse.
Until I thought magic is nowhere, it was all surreal and for anything unbelievable was not real. To this one beautiful day I sat alone in the fainting cool breeze hitting upon and vanishing somewhere. The dark night, twinkling stars, some dark clouds and some clear and bright, in a race of their own, going … Continue reading Under the night sky, I find myself…
I am a wholehearted urbane. There is nothing great to exaggerate about finding solace in the city. The busy up and running life here amuses me more and I love to visit such busy cities more, far away. It has never been a time, I planned to sulk myself in any serene nature’s abode. It … Continue reading I am a wholehearted urbane.
The new norm finding its way from nowhere has come in and changed everything. It has changed into a series of unexpected timelines, pushing up all our schedule and taking over us slowly and silently. I am aware for some it was worse than bad, for some tragic to have lost lives and for some … Continue reading In my new norm.
As I sipped my coffee, the first thing I am aware of doing, ever since I was right on my senses, on this very own place. I breathe free after the second sip and so, I look around. It’s about 7, in the morning, I could feebly hear the radio on, that waving through my … Continue reading Coffee by the morning Sun.
There is an innate tendency to assume that other people think, feel, react the same way we do, often egocentric. We think that our way is the best way and assume that everyone wants to be like us. While it can be quite arrogant, when we are at our idealistic best, it is perhaps somewhat … Continue reading Culturally constructed-Mind blindness.
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