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 […]

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Nature on the wall.

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 […]

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The valve

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 […]

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‘Packing’ my sleep away

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 […]

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That empty street 

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 […]

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The Polyglot lot ! 

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.  […]

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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 […]

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On books and patience 

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 […]

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