Things that don’t matter the most, matter the most to me. They matter the most to me, because, they are devoid of injustice. They are devoid of injustice, as they don’t diversify petty things. They don’t diversify petty things, that’s not their mentality. Their mentality is to treat everyone with respect and utter care. Things […]Read More They matter the most
Written by the famous fiction author, Neil Gaiman, it is, in my opinion, one of the most fabulous thriller fiction you can get. As the title suggests, the storyline is bonded by many cameos of various Gods, who take the main character by surprise, every time he imagines/sees any one of them. Coming to the […]Read More American Gods by Neil Gaiman- a book review
The words ran out of my mind suddenly, I couldn’t help my brain. Is it really the block or Have I used up all of the dictionary again? The sleep ran out of my eyes. The night seemed like a long terrain. Is it the weather, the blues, I wonder, Or is it just the […]Read More Blank
As I was thinking about how I should spend my time in nature, I could hear the birds chirping, the branches swinging to the rhythm of the wind and the butterflies flapping to the beat. Then my mind wandered from birds to chicken 65 and how badly carnivorous I’m. But next, it dawned on me […]Read More Nature on the wall.
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)