After the awkward dinner, she and I walked over the bridge that joined the two banks. The back of our hands occasionally brushed against each other, but neither made an attempt to reach out and take the other’s hand in their own. Intuitively, we slowed towards the middle and eventually stopped, holding the railing and staring into the black water. Even then, not a word escaped. Link to this post!
Owing to the success of its predecessor, and of course a little bit of ‘inspiration’ and a lot of observation, here’s presenting to you, the second installment of Yes! That’s Me. At least once in your life, I am sure you have… > chased a feather or a bubble > stared at flying birds until they went out of sight Link to this post!
Exams are here, and I am in no mood to study. Thoughts kept wavering and sentences kept coming in until I was compelled to turn on the computer and write. So, for all those people who like me, are bored, here are 10 Things I Can Bet You Didn’t Know About Me: Link to this post!
I don’t remember how I got here. Neither do I recollect the exact moment I reached. The journey from the cremation ground to this corner of the park is a blur. I don’t remember a thing. But I am here now, lost in my sorrow. The loss is too great. The hollowness is here with me, that smudges everything else. For an indefinite amount of time I stare at the grass around my feet. I vaguely notice an ant making its way through the grass carrying a piece […]
Well, this 1s dedicated to my new life and new friends at my new college! Rizvi Institue of Management Studies and Research (RIMSR) How to spot a Rizviite? > You will see him leave home, on a SUNDAY morning at 7, wearing crisp formals > He will have a conspirational smile on his face, every time he hears the words “Phenomenal!” or “Crystal Clear” or “Sorry, you are late” Link to this post!
Alarm rang at 7am. Nothing new, it has been programmed to ring at this time, everyday. Scrambled on board the 8.02 am train, because I knew that the next one at 8.30 would render me 15 minutes late. Got off the train and turned right from the bridge, without thinking. By now, my brain has been attuned to doing that. Music still blasting in my earphones, I absently headed to the bus stop. The conductor approached, and I had Rs. 7 handy. The bus whined along the familiar curves […]
Well I know what you anticipate, the moment you read the title of the post. Well dont worry, it isnt going to be all that philosophical! To start with, I got asked once “why do you like to travel alone?” I answer that it is my “me time”. The time i get to be myself, allow myself to think, observe the people around. Why is this important? Link to this post!
How Many Times, have you read somebody’s blog, tweet, or facebook update and thought, YES! I have felt the same at some point in my life. Or thought, “why didnt i think of this before him?” So here, I am listing a few things that would make you go, “that is SO true!!!” feel free to add to this list.. Comment! > love running through sprinklers on a lawn. Link to this post!
Donation of eyesseems to be the hours’ need,But I have no appetitefor this ‘noble’ deed. Though the mountains and moorsonly on earth are found,I care too muchto ignore the apathy around.And I do not wish my brotherto share with me the sightof a wailing child’s hungeror a beggar’s plight. Though it is fulfilling to seethem play a petty game,I’d rather have him hear their mirth,than see their skeletal frame. Yes, there are oceansand golden beaches,but once under nature’s fury,they leave behind screechesof homeless peopleas they watch in dismay.i cannot […]