Finding stories in everyday adventures
in the small hours i realise what i have donein the small hours i realise what i have donei held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the cityi held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city andi could not feel the flower in my hand i could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sand …Gravenhurst “Black …
There’s nothing better in life than working from home. It’s an amazingly heavenly feeling that is close to only and only heaven. The decision is made a night before or I should say 3 hours before you’ve to get up and get ready for office when you’re just done watching two movies back to back. As you hit the sack, there’s a sudden realization, a premonition actually, that tomorrow infact today is going to be …
Here it comes, here comes another dayAnother decision on the wayWell here it comes, here comes a covered displayof preferences to makeWell here it comes, here comes a knock on the doorOpen it for an opportunityWell here it comes, here comes another dayfor memories to be made Eyes wide openEyes wide open all the time ‘n there it was, it was a perfect takeand were you asleep or awakeThere it was, it was a perfect …
I have a liking for fishes. No I do not eat them rather I keep them. Fishes are a pet for me. Ever since my mom showed me that local aquarium shop back when I was a kid, I’ve been in love with them. As they say, it was love at first sight. So I would accompany her whenever she’d to go to the market and while return I would visit the aquarium shop and …
I’d never thought I could miss Diwali celebrations so much. For all these years Diwali had been just a day for me celebrated with bursting crackers and exchanging sweets; a regular phenomenon occurring every year in either October or November. When I was a kid I used to anxiously wait for Diwali season to start. Of course, Diwali meant crackers, sweets, new clothes and winter. Bursting of crackers used to start as early as from …
I was hurriedly walking down the corridor in office towards men’s room one fine morning. That morning had been really busy. I was swarmed with issues. As I was passing through the corridor I looked at the glass window and saw the raindrops over the glass. It was raining. “raining since yesterday” I whispered to myself. I stopped. The view outside the window was magnificent. I was mesmerized. Deeply engrossed in my act of looking …
I’ve always thought of writing a blog someday. My own place where I can put my expressions, my thoughts, my desires and my life into words. But somehow the idea of writing something always haunts me. I’m too bad in writing. Words seem to freeze in my mind whenever I prepare myself to write something. I can’t express myself. Not that this is in case of writing only, the same happens when I’m about to …