“The clock struck 5- in the evening and rays of light entering from the window beside him. He turned to that side to put the curtain over the window, then he sat back and smiled.” It was the golden hour, they’d say. “That was just for the world outside”, he said. It’s a story of […]
There were times we didn’t end-up Leaving our place having fights rather, It was “the time” that flew like winter-days and summer-nights. When the time flew with the speed of light that could escape even the black hole, I’d realise what love is and how precious this life is, being able to spend it
When you are alone and, Trying to make contact with people but, somehow it fails as the world is full of hypocrites But at the next door, Your own friend, Your animals or pets, The birds are there to hear you. Those voiceless tiny friends, Who are always there for you, They are innocent. “They
On an ordinary day, at a school, a teacher asked a girl named Riya, “Child what do you want to become in your life?” She smiled and replied with so much innocence on her face, “Ma’am I want to become someone like my dad is.” The teacher smiled and said that every girl wants to
Life is like a circle, It keeps revolving, Happiness and sorrow are its wheels, They balance each other. As we are moving into a brand new year, Let’s delete all the bad memories from our card. Let us inhale all the positive vibes, and exhale all our woes. Life gives us many emotions and experiences,
As I sit beside my Television watching the farmer’s protests, Or politically can be called a riot. My heart took a shake of sorrow and sadness, somewhat similar to unconventional human fright. I remember the time we were taught in schools, Of farmers being the person who feed, Who work day and night and cherish
I got scared, I cried. I was shattered and I thought of attempting suicide, several times. But, then I stopped myself although I still had the thought repeatedly in my mind, yet somehow I stopped. Do you know why? Cause I had some fears? No way! I stopped because I wanted to conquer, I wanted
What did you get from this division?
Blood, hate or love?
Obviously, a pool of bleeding bodies of your loved ones.
Hatred from the nation.
Hindu or muslim,
Caste or relegion,
All these are myth and
Spirit lies in humanity.
Coffee and I share the purest bond,
It’s there to lift me up and never lets me down.
Not even a sip of it disappoints me by it’s taste
There’s nothing close to its taste, and
It freshens one’s state of mind.
The youngsters these days objectify us as literal trash, The only thing that matters to them is the time till we dispense cash. The problems we face seem to you as an irritation teaser, Unaware of the cycle and without seeing the near future.