The Beach Life Memoirs #5

The Lighthouse Lighthouses are endlessly suggestive signifiers of both human isolation and our ultimate connectedness to each other. – Virginia Woolf ~So this is our lighthouse; yeah our college’s private beach has even a lighthouse of it’s own which has a breathtaking view from its top. One of the first things we did after coming…

Random Rants of a Chilly Night

It’s been days I had some time for myself. Just to sit under the starry sky on this chilly winter night listening to my own thoughts.. it’s bliss. I have a lot of things going on my head. I have a lot of regrets too, already. I have to listen to the complaints of my…

‚ÄčA Walk Down the Waterfall

If I don’t write about last weekend, it’d be better I stop writing forever. As you might’ve noticed by now, I’m as lazy as a koala bear (or even worse). I have a lot of things on my head, but I always postpone the writing part. Now I’m sitting in front of my laptop, writing…

The Ant Story

A tiny black ant in the sugar, I found strolling by That daddy just brought from the shop nearby. Mom took a tin and poured in the sugar, I waited as the ant came out like a skilled digger. Scared he seemed, as faster he strolled; Up, to the lid then back down he patrolled….

Chasing Butterflies

I wish I could go back to my childhood, the days I spent chasing butterflies running barefoot. Catching them, only to let them go again, to watch them relish the regained freedom. I wish I could see those innocent dreams again, of a fairy coming overnight to gift me a pair of wings, and I’m…