I sometimes wonder how these small plastic things can create an unending havoc in your life. This is the picture of a valve of a water pipe, which I clicked from my terrace this morning. Looks so innocent. Doesn’t it? But do you know a small fact? This has given me sleepless nights, not to […]Read More The valve
That rare time my brain multitasks, is when I pack things before travelling. I think of things I need and also ponder over the need to write a list. But, I end up making that list in my mind and say this to my memory," I believe you." But then, I totally lose my night's […]Read More ‘Packing’ my sleep away
Those first drops of rain, falling on the ground. That smell of soil when it dusts off in the air, by the rain drop collision. Oh (not) so romantic! If you've attended a single lecture of microbiology, dozing off or otherwise, you may be familiar with these buddies- streptomyces and their perfumes 'geosmin ' which […]Read More Rains, science and the romance- a tale of confusion.
Lined by the checkered footpath, There is a glistening black street, Which has witnessed everything but has nothing of its own. It’s lights, now pale and dusty, Somehow enlighten its face, To help the diverse groups of commuters. Once, a landmark of one of the most exotic Italian restaurant, Now, devoid of a name, it […]Read More That empty street
In my raring country, an average person can speak two languages- the mother tongue and the regional one. And the extraordinary lot can go upto three or four. Whether it can be considered as a sign of intellectually, I don’t know, but it surely does point on the cognition. And of course, the resulting confusion. […]Read More The Polyglot lot !
He jumped across the wall, With torn shoes on in his little feet, Though the wide road he was able to access, The insanity made him to choose the wall. Next came the muddy puddle, Besides the clean, shiny road, The insanity wasn’t so sane, As the boy savoured his little feet in the dirty […]Read More In(sanity)
Some days ago, I was sitting on a bench reading a book. A story book of course. After some time, I realised that my mind was at unusually at peace and every other person appeared to be chaotic to me. A man sitting near me was engrossed in his phone, as were half […]Read More On books and patience
The pearly white cloth fluttered with the wind, The design set it’s head high with pride when the onlookers gathered around. A thread of silk which had peeped out of the dress now, Remembered how many weddings and funerals it had seen. The ladies altered it, cut it and sewed it back. But some parts […]Read More The dress
Unknowingly, there’s a inner soul in all of us seeking our own. It beats, wanders, rhythmically and constantly, without our mind knowing it. Right from our birth, we seek objects and people of our liking. This search continues till the death. But we hardly notice it. A child, when starts acknowledging things, […]Read More Found already!
The days and nights passed on, With the same motion, the life went on. The eyes were stuck in the same horizons, A little deflection could even start a rising. The moments and the time passed on with the same pace, It could have been better if they could even race. Fed up of the […]Read More Stuck in the paradigm.