Life is all about this...

Example HTML page Hello & Mellow to you guys! I sometimes tend to forget how much better it makes me feel after I write a whole blog. Had no plans of blogging today, but the urge to blog makes me do this. Its been quite a while that I am sitting idle. Few days back, dad asked me about what I do the whole day; And I stood in front of him thinking about what exactly do I answer him! Since then, each passing day I look back and wonder how the entire day has passed?   what did I do throughout the last 12 hours? Another day wasted, is it? That is when I realise about how I did not WASTE the day.   About how every hour of the day got utilised in doing something or the other. Scribbling on the diary, the list of activities I did the entire day included : 1)       Arranging and tidying my room. 2)       Watering the plants (for   which I take a lot of time as I have a habit of checking on every pla...

Example HTML page Holla! Blogging after a very long time.   Past few months have been very busy, hectic and left me with no time to brainstorm ideas. Had been uncreative for a   long time now.   I would like to thank a friend of mine (Asmi Nandola) who keeps me asking everytime about what art did   I create in the recent times.   Habitually, she asks me this questions whenever we have a random chat.   A day prior I realised , I have been answering her since a long time now that “I did not create any art, because I was busy with other stuff”. Upon which I dawned to a realisation that last few months I did not create anything literally, I ran out of ideas (and also time) to do it, I had nothing   creative going into my mind all these days. It was around end of march that I made art or blogged or wrote something for my own sake. But as always,   taking lessons from this time that I have already missed. 1)    ...

Example HTML page Sunaina lived with her mummy and Totto , her doberman dog. She had  a big but simple house with an aangan . Sunaina had put up a cot (a four legged wooden bed tied with strong jute strings  attached to each other) in her aangan. Stargazing was her favorite activity in the free time she got post-dinner. She worked in a local soap manufacturing company, earning sufficiently to run the house. Like any other day, Sunaina made tea for herself and mummy as she returned from work. Sunaina and her mummy   made sure they do not miss their everyday chai-time gupp-shupp (gossips and chats). Totto too sat with them everyday, as if he listened and understood all they talked about. Sunaina freshened up thinking about what she could cook for dinner. It was past 7.30 p.m. when she walked out to the aangan to switch on its lights. As she walked through the verandah connecting the aangan, she couldnt believe her eyes but re-look to check what she just saw. It...

Hello people. I know its been a while since I have blogged now. But then that is how I eventually came to know that you guys do read Me! And I'm so glad about it. Thank You all you lovely people. 💜 So here I'm , writing on one of my favourite topic that I do every year. "February" Well I can say it was a month full of all the highs and lows of my life. It probably still is. But then as 'dharti ka niyam' says "Life doesn't come with instruction manual" and I highly abide by it. I had my moment of failure. A failure that has definitely made me come to terms with how and what ways Life is going to juggle me up for the coming years. Nevertheless, I have accepted its challenge and decided to fight my own battle Wisely and Rationally. At times, it seems utterly important to take your time out, think about all the situations and circumstances that you have to or are going to deal with, make up your mind, grab certain opportunities, have the...

Dear person whom I loved, I'm writing this down, not for you but actually for me. After all this time, I have finally decided to let- go of all those feelings stuck up with you ( as I had did the previous year end too) Over all these years, I have thoroughly learnt how to be friends with someone you love. And do not pity , I have eventually learnt what unconditional love is all about. Nobody has any right over my love for you, nobody can stop me from that. I definitely enjoy my right to freedom! ( Remember " Ek tarfa pyar ki taqat hi kuch aur hoti hai ... auron ke rishton ki tarah yeh do logon mein nahi bat'ti ... sirf mera haq hai ispe" ?) Sometimes I'm in a moment when I have feelings pouring for you in my heart, but how do I tell you about those with my Ego coming in between? (They won't matter to you anyway). Then I just settle sending you an 'I miss you' text. Years after when I see you with the girl you hated, I curiously ask you about ...

4th December,2017 Monday Past 4 pm  At the office When I receive a call Informing me that He is no more. I couldn't react But only go ice-cold further melting into into pool of tears Submerged into the thoughts of what plight my best friend would be going through on losing his Father I leave office with trembling knees Out I come and realise, it has started pouring rains heavily outside Perhaps! God too could not  bear the pain for taking our loved one away...

Its not that late night. I'm still awake studying, or just pretending to. And lost in thoughts taking me to places I have always want to go or to some even not. Nostalgia, fear, dreams, present and future; is where I see my mind wandering all this time. But all entangled... Questioning myself, Would I ever get out and through this vicious circle? Ever?