I looked around and realised that change is everywhere – in the silent city of the morning transforming into a vibrant one,in the timid early morning sun metamorphosing into the brazen one at day, in my lazy, silent morning becoming an illuminating tête-à-tête with dad. Change is the only constant. … More Change
How can we get to know each other if we don’t know what we hide form the world – our true self? Only when we see each other’s naked dark thoughts, we begin to understand. And fear, true fear, I think is one of the most humane emotions. Often it makes us run from something – maybe also towards something. Or someone. … More Scared
As I walk towards my car, I stop for a moment. The sun was shining brightly. A few birds were flying high above, looking for joy – peace maybe? An elderly couple was sitting on a bench surrounding the fountain. The cook from a local restaurant was killing time on his break with a newspaper in hand. … More Healing
I remember an afternoon from long, long back. I was still a young boy with bewilderment in eyes. With Asterix the Gladiator in hand, I lay on the couch and beside me my completely engrossed in the local daily while sipping tea, dad. As I read through how bad Cacofonix sang and yet became a bard, a question arose in my mind. … More Inspiring? Or forcing?
I found the cook from the local restaurant bumming a smoke in his break. A group of kids from school laughing back home. A child pleading her mother for an ice cream. Or whatever.
The world was the same.
Only mine wasn’t. … More The Wait
They feel his pain – as their own. They feel his love – as their own. Because he gives us a dream. Because reality is wearing us down, and dreams welcome us with a warm hug and a big smile. Because an aggregation of responsibilities form our reality, and dreams give us freedom from that. Everyone is living in a dream. Everyone desperately wants to. … More Dreams
At half past 10 on a gloomy Saturday morning I find myself standing on the edge of a cliff. I look down. Only 60 seconds till I jump off, heading towards the cruel, meandering river below. … More Fear
Our eyes meet, and we smile. And at that moment, our hearts resonate.
For a moment, time slows down. For a moment, our eyes are locked. For a moment, we linger.
And then, we move on. We cross each other, and we become strangers. Again. … More Strangers
Time.
Is time a healer, or a mere cloak? A cloak – which shrouds the pain with a sense of serenity, only to be blown away by the winds of an abrupt storm? … More Broken
Utopia 