Painful Remembrances #2

A year to the worst ever burn, and a lose that left a permanent void in all our lives. It was on 5th Jan 2016, I was (supposed to be) preparing for my Gate exams coming up, while I was actually goofing around reading other books and writing stuff. Usually my home will be all…

A Year Spent ‘Press’ing!

On November 24th, I completed a year with WordPress on this account. Yeah, I had other accounts too, one I deleted months before starting this one, another one abandoned years ago. I have been thinking to write an anniversary special rambling, but there were a few things that kept me busy. First of all, I’d…

‚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 Girl Who Blinked at the City Lights #1

Life teaches things the hard way; that is, experience and learn. Impact has a lot to do in life. How hard the hit was, decide how well you learned. Sometimes life puts you in a position that you have to pause and think, “what’s next?”. Then again, you make the wrong decision even after all…

Back with some News…

I know it was quite a long break from blogging. So many things happened during this break that, I couldn’t put myself to posting anything. It isn’t like I din write anything at all, but I could write only on my mind wall. So this post is going to be a simple coming back, hopefully….

The ‘Train’ of Memories

I’ve seen how each season work it’s miracle on this place. How the almost half year long monsoons fill these fields with water, and how it make small grass to sprout from the barren soil. I’ve seen the farmers sowing these fields with faces filled with determination, folk songs dancing on their lips. I’ve seen…

The Beginning of Things

When I was born, I was mistaken to be a boy at first. Mom recall this whenever I do something that typical ‘girls’ don’t. Even then, she never told me to stop doing that, whatever it may be, like climbing trees, nighttime wanderings, picking fights, preferring fence way over gate way, etc. Still, I wasn’t…

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…