Category: beauty and creativity

In The Bosom Of Newness

no blanket of starry nights, 

and I sleep in the bosoms of the void,

with the hope sun will shine brighter,

blazing rays and better insights.
autonomous in my nous,
chasing the wild goose, 
coming to a standstill,
smelling the new dew on the sill.
arms wide open to welcome the unknown,
and no way to tell…
how did begin the marching sojourn,
propelling through the siren bell.
no vacancy for darkness, no more,
elfin ray of hope knocking at the door,
padlocked for eons,
rising indefinitely,
Open wounds all sewn.
Depth sired the unfrequented,
only connecting the dots,
leading to the ceaseless knots,
untangling and doctoring the dented. 
looking through the nameless paths,
It could bring a smile or a wrath,
Taking deep breath, every step,
Soul promises are to be kept.


Every Night In Moondust -Emerald Falls Series -Chapter 4

Tuliptwigs and Ember Moondust, return to their home in Moondust Startwhirl, a part of Emerald Falls. Watching the moonlit night, Tuliptwigs finds solace in the arms of Ember, trying to forget mayhem and chaos. Her wounded emotions of having lost and found Ember in the quagmire of Red Whirl still give jitters to her soul. She does not want to lose Ember ever. The next day, during the beautiful dawn, Tuliptwigs finds a key on her ornate table, next to the window. It is from Stella Honey leaf, sister of Ember. She loves Tuliptwigs and lives with mermaids in an archipelago nearby.

As Tuliptwigs goes about her day, the magical mirror in her bedroom shows her a blurred vision of Red Whirl, like something was missing. After having a careful look into the mirror, Tuliptwigs  sees a pair of socks that belong to Ember. They have shimmering stars and moon-dust that turned the quagmire into a meadow. Ember had forgotten to take them back. Tuliptwigs is scared if Faun will find a way back to Emerald Falls using Embers sock and its fragrance. It has essence of snapdragons that Tuliptwigs does not want Faun to get a hang on.

She is worried, but does not tell anything to Ember. He returns home in the evening after all days work at the Emerald Falls. As they are talking, Tuliptwigs hears the tune Faun used to often play on his piano. Horrified, she runs to the windows, watching birds falls, the sky turn orange and then red. She tells about it to Ember and they run to the meadows to watch the flowers turn brown, and the water drying up from the waterfalls. All the emeralds are turning in hot burning coals.

They have to take an immediate step before everything turns into a gothic land just like the one in the Red Whirl. They go to their backyard and then into the winery. In the barrels, are magical grapefruits in smooth purple, glimmering with a beautiful scent. They pick bottles of the magical wine and go to the meadows, it is dusk already, and the sun is setting. They sprinkle the wine in the meadows and save it from turning brown. Tuliptwigs is worried about Embers life as she stars seeing his hair turn pale, like it is losing its vitality.

She makes a potion from snapdragons and applies to the eyes and forehead of Ember to make him invisible to Faun. The next day, they use the magical purple wine and sprinkle it on the hot coals, they turn to Pink tourmaline. Ember is unsure what it means to the land of Emeralds. Strange birds start coming into the meadows. He is unsure from which land they belong, they sing a song with words from a different world. They are giving a message to Ember. He senses imminent danger.

Elysians, the habitats of Emerald Falls go to the meadows with potions from the winery to enliven the magical flowers and plants. They sing and dance for crystal rains that bring along with them magical light that clears the brown debris and creates a new soil. The strange birds infest his home and make it difficult for him to find the moondust. They are after the moondust, which is the essence of Emerald Falls, that keeps it alive and magical.

Tuliptwigs removes a stand of her hair and sets it to fire to scare off the strange birds. Ember and Tuliptwigs now have to save the land with all the beauty in their soul and music of the land. As Ember starts composing the tune of resurruction, it starts to decipher the true shape of the strange birds. They turn to flying reptiles blazing fires. They are unable to cross Emerald Falls and turn to Pink tourmalines. The next day, Elysians collect all the pink tourmaline and give it a sacred goodbye as to not offened the fire blazing snakes.

They go back to Red Whirl. Ember is happy that they can now live happily ever after in Moondust. In the sweetness of having found each other, Tuliptwigs is finally at peace thinking all of Fauns smoke is gone and she never has to think about him again. Days go by singing, making potions, nurturing the Elysians, but there is a vacuum in the heart of Tuliptwigs. She misses home in Lakewoodshire. She remembers Misha and her two brothers, wondering if they even remember her. All her emotions and fears are put to rest with Ember by her side, loving her endlessly, soothing her scars with his unconditional love.

And one day, as she is in the meadows, feeding the birds with pink and purple flumes, she hears the tune of Faun…as she is alone in the meadows with not an Elysian in the sight. Where is Ember? Will she be able to go back to Moondust by dusk?


Finding Happiness In Quarantine Time

Life hit a pause button across the globe to let us realise the value of minimalism. There’s happiness to be with your loved ones. When the world is compelled to work from home, it has created a joy, a reason to bond finding no excuses as you work from home.

Staying away from office politics, working in peace can only increase productivity, making corporates restructure their work culture. Less traffic, better environment, and meaningful bonds.

We have found happiness in caring and conserving resources. A primitive lifestyle in urban times lets you use resources, technology, information, and valuables with caution.

There is harmony when your mind is adjusted to a healthy lifestyle; people of all ages have less to complain about. We as a human race are looking forward to spirituality.

Time you spend with your kids is priceless. Conversations, laughter, and bonds only get stronger when you are privileged to have all time in your life to talk and spend time with them.

Those living with parents have a chance to make them feel loved in their old age. Conversations from children is priceless for older parents. Happiness comes in these moments that create indelible memories and joy people carry forward to each day.

Those living alone have a gamut of things to do and enjoy the freedom, reflect in solitude, and make the best use of this phase to stay fit, unperturbed.

Life is not easy, especially, for daily wagers. Happiness is doing your bit and paying it forward in whatever way you can to let others go by. There is more happiness in giving and letting people find joy in their day to day lives.

There is no secret to happiness, no deep philosophy. Good feelings beget good thinking. When we understand the burden of excess we have been carrying is leading to nowhere, we can rollback to minimalism and be more giving.

Did you ever think that sunrise could be so beautiful and the night sky clear with twinkling stars. Days of yonder in adulthood keep our spirits upbeat letting us connect with our souls and feed it with meaningful moments.

Taking a morning walk is still a joy because you now breathe better quality of air. Amidst all the chaos, we had the chance to find love for ourselves and those who bring meaning to us sharing joy, compassion, and paying it forward.

This blend of primitive meets urban is a new beginning in our thoughts and actions. We are in a phase that is making us think and question the purpose of our existence lost in the bygone of excess.

Availability is a valuable commodity; availablity of resources, loved ones, the time we use, and not a thing we overlook anymore. We have learned the happiness of conservation. In this available time, life is giving us a chance to foster beautiful emotions and finding happiness in every moment we can.

The Dark Woods of Red Whirl- 3- Emerald Falls series by me

isha is back at Lakeswoodshire, happy with her kids and grandchildren. She is thankful that Tuliptwigs saved them all. She regrets her harshness towards her and welcomes her presence in her life.

Tuliptwigs is searching for her husband in the deep forest. She encounters a white wolf howling. She follows the white wolf leading to a quagmire. She is about to step on it, an eagle with a golden beak picks her up and drops her at a great distance.

She is unconscious, laying on the ground. The eagle with a golden beak is watching over her, perched on an aeon old banayan tree. She wakes up in a few hours, viewing a faint light at a distance.

Thirsty, she drinks water from the nearby lake. As she keeps walking, she has visions. Her mind is hallucinating. She sees her husband crying for help in a quagmire.

Helpless, she keeps walking, worried how to find him. She sees a home at a distance covered with tree roots. This is the same home where Misha lived. She enters the home. She smells snapdragons. She remembers Edna using them to decorate home.

She is in tears of joy and sadness alike thinking she could find her mother. What if she were never dead at all? But how could she find her and where is Ember?

It’s daytime, she steps outside and views the red sky. She keeps walking, not knowing where to find them. Tired, she takes rest under a tree and falls asleep.

She wakes up when she hears buzzing of bees. She finds the ring of her father. She starts digging the site to find an old parchment that has a map and a gadget with coordinates.

She follows the map and locates a place named Islandgust. This is a queer place where birds with blue plumes talk. As they watch her, they are dropping green strawberries. She is hungry. She picks up those fruits and eats them.

She can hears the bird say ‘ Edna le fruit.’ They are surrounding her dropping fruits and trinklets. The trinklets have her mother’s and father’s name, Edna and Edward.

She sees a large, black castle from a distance. This is where she lived with Faun. Birds warn her from visiting the castle. She is headed towards thinking she could find Edna and Ember.

She reaches the underground that opens with a creeky door. She sees black smoke coming out. The green strawberries change to half lion, half eagle creatures and eat the black smoke.

They battle dark creatures in the castle as Tuliptwigs runs further to see if she can find her mother. She sees symbols drawn on a trunk. She tries to open the trunk but it stays padlocked. She turns the trunk around to see the words Edward etched on them.

She places the trinklets named Edward onto the markings and the trinklet opens. She sees a vision inside the trunk that her father is alive, tied to ropes, surrounded by black clocked creatures.

She knows immediately that this is the study of Faun. She finds a secret staircase to his study and is shocked to find her father alive surrounded by creatures, they are waiting for Fauns arrival.

Faun is dead, Ember killed him. She has trinklets and fruits. She goes to the kitchen, makes a juice from the fruits and sprinkles them on the study floor. The creatures disappear. Black smoke is filling the place. She unties her father and releases him from Fauns evil clutches.

The smoke eating bird introduces himself as, Rumblefoot. He helps them both escape from the dark castle and drops them at the place where Misha lived. Edwards foot falls on the button and he goes back to Lakeswoodshire. Rumblefoot disappears. Tuliptwigs still has to find Edna and Ember.

As the night falls, there are heavy firestorms. A catastrophy waiting to happen. There is a knock on the door. This is Edna’s brother. He tells her all that happened. They wait for days for the firestorms to subside. As the moon disappears, they set their journey in the deep woods.

He brings her snapdragons that keep them alive and makes them invisible to dark creatures. They reach the dark castle of Faun. They open a door in his study which leads to a quagmire. Tuliptwigs finds Embers ring floating atop the quagmire. She is crying in pain.

Edna’s brother is consoling her. As they explore Fauns castle, they find an avenue in his backyard where lays a golden pouch of moondust.

Tuliptwigs is convinced that Ember could be around somewhere. They search the backyard to find some more queues. They see petals of lavender and purple tulips sweeping the floor. Tuliptwigs has tears of joy as she is convinced that Ember could be alive.

They find an underground winery. An old woman is seen making wine. The wooden barrels smell aweful. The woman is screaming words and shooing them. They hold the snapdragons and become invisible to her.

They search the winery and find Ember lying on the floor soaked in wet earth. Tuliptwigs sprinkles moondust and they go back to Emerald Falls.

The Disappearance Of Misha Thunderwood- 2- Emerald Falls series by me

Misha, step mother of Tuliptwigs disappears from her home after the incident. Deep in the woods of Red Whirl, is an old home, surrounded with overgrown trees with hanging roots.Dreary place with red sky, where night becomes day and has neverending rythmn of siren songs.Misha is forever young, living along in the woods, waiting over a time that people forgot. Her home in Lakewoodshire has been vacant for many years. Dorian and Jade stay there now. Her heart burning with anguish and choler. She only got younger over time.She has only one vistor over many decades. A young man who comes to deliver her a basket of blue snapdragons, magical flowers that keep her young.One day, as Dorian and Jade go about their routine life, married with kids, strange catcalls rattle the place into ramshackles. As they return home, they are horrified to witness the disorder.Worried that Tuliptwigs might be around, they are vigilant. They see shadows of a well dressed man in the night disappear in the carriage.Dorian is worried if a gothic legend their grandfather always spoke about could be real. He frantically runs through old parchments that depict the details of this figure. Dorian’s father, Edward Thunderwood was an archeologist who explored ancient sites.In one of his excavations was found a man lying in his grave over more than a century. Strange occurances were noted over this site and Edward died in mysterious circumstances known only to Misha.Misha had grown sullen over his death and would often take it out on Tuliptwigs, daughter of Edward and his first wife Edna. Her innocence rattled her as Misha had sinister growing inside her, unaware.Dorian and Jade recollect a mysterious figure visit Misha often post their father’s death but nothing was made known to them. Over years they have been going about their lives forgetting what had happened.That night, as the clock turned 2, there are knocks on Dorian’s bedroom door. He sees a shadow lurking at his door. Scared and curious he moves towards the door. As he opens it, he sees a figure of a well dressed man smoking a cigar, bloodstains on his hand. He disappears in a jiffy without a word.Edward was once exploring a gothic site in Transalvania in a deep forest known to be cursed. Within a month of returning home, he dies in strange circumstances. He would often complain to Misha about hearing noise of bees and was found dead with bees swarming over his body.This mysterious figure followed Tuliptwigs and married her as a young Faun Oakwood, before she flee to Emerald Falls. Curse followed it’s footsteps to the Thunderwood family, unknown to them.Bad occurances happen in their household like a bad habit. Cleansing home from an archdiocese in their local church doesn’t seem to subdue the ill fate.distressed they remember Tuliptwigs, and see sparkling moondust fall in their window. They remember making fun it destroying dolls of Tuliptwigs. They don’t know to feel solace or worried looking at it. Is it to protect them or destroy them? Is Tuliptwigs back? They panic and regret having troubled her.The mysterious figure stops visting them as long as sparkling moondust stays in the window. Over a fortnight, on a full moon day, there is heavy knocking and howling inside their home.Jade was always fond of Tuliptwigs and would often miss her.He takes away his kids leaving them terrified and poignant.Inside the woods of Red Whirl, Misha hears sudden cries of kids tied to a tree next to a deep fire pit.A mysterious man with red eyes is preparing potions.Misha is terrified and runs back to her home. She has been locked in for decades when she entered a portal of time as smoke engulfed her from the incident.The man who visits her is brother of Edna, who was thrown in the same portal after the death of Edna. He finds magical snapdragons far away from these mysterious woods and runs back to give it to her. She tells her about this man when he reveals to her the story of her husband’s death.The mysterious man killed Edna to get magical potions from Tuliptwigs.Tuliptwigs birth brought them happiness and riches. She was a special child who was often visited by fairies. Faun would take away potions from her perfumes as they were gifts from fairies, and create exilirs that kept him alive.Their quest is to go beyond the Snapdragon garden and find Emerald Falls. The mysterious man is heading towards their home as they lay unconscious holding snapdragons.Misha’s hand falls on the floor that has a button, taking them back to Lakewoodshire. She is overjoyed to see her children, Dorian and Jade.She comes to know the mysterious man has taken away their children.She doesn’t know how to go back to Red Whirl and rescue them.They all together search for the time portal at their home to get back the children. A photo of Tuliptwigs hanging in her room falls on the floor and breaks.They all rush to her room after they hear the noise.They find a small cabinet, trinklets, and a perfume bottle in the cabinet on top of which the photo frame hanged.Curious, Misha takes them out and smells the perfume. All of a sudden, they hear the children scream. She tries to search the cabinet to find an old letter with the words ‘Emerald Falls.’She asks Dorian and Jade if Tuliptwigs ever mentioned ‘Emerald Falls.’Dorian sprays the perfume and Jade disappears. He wakes up in the meadows and hears laughter, murmurs, and beautiful songs. He is happy to see Tuliptwigs and narrates to her all that happened.She asks him about the perfume and trinklets. At once they all reach Lakewoodshire. Misha is unhappy to see Tuliptwigs. She takes them to the portal that lets them all enter the dark woods of Red Whirl.They are searching for their children. Faun senses presence of Tuliptwigs.There is a firestorm stopping them from reaching their children. Tuliptwigs drops trinklets and scatters Moondust. All stops at once. She hears the voice of Edna and runs towards it.Her husband, Ember stops her as he recognises it is Faun tricking her to get the perfume. As they are in search of kids, Ember finds feathers indicating a path. He follows the path to the cursed forest and the open grave.There lay Faun, pale, with sinister eyes. As he catches the glimpse, Moondust falls on the grave from his jacket and burns faun in flames.The fire inside the pit stops and kids are undone from the rope.Everybody reaches the site holding hands. Misha, Dorian, Jade and kids return to Lakewoodshire.Tuliptwigs is searching for Ember in the dark woods of Red Whirl.

The Mystery Of Emerald Falls -Short Fantasy Story by Me

One day, Tuliptwigs feel into a deep slumber, forgetting her daily chores. Beautiful meadows with colorful tulips, turquoise sky, and emerald mountains painted her dream.She was never so elated before. Nor could she have imagined such a place in her tormenting life at the age of 10.Tuliptwigs is a sweet child living with her step mother who Ill treated her everyday depriving her of all the motherly love. She cried herself to sleep only finding hope looking at the stars and imagining a beautiful world, her only solace.There is a knock on the door. She is still in her deep slumber. It is 9 in the morning. She started to wake up slowly as the noise of knocking and yelling increase.She rushes to open the door in utter fear of what would happen.She gets pulled and manhandled by her step mother, Misha. An elegant, noble, generous woman to the world and a monster to her step daughter.A social worker by profession, who is well-respected for uplifting the hapless. Nobody knew or could ever imagine, the nice lady had a monstrous side to her, tormeting her step daughter every single day.Tuliptwigs passed her daily life with torment and doing household chores, not meant for a children. Her dolls and toys were destroyed by her step brothers Dorian and Jade. She was mocked, derided, abused each day, until the day she fell into a deep slumber to watch the meadows.In her dream, she is seen walking through the beautiful woods, scared, anxious, happy, confused, having mixed feelings, not knowing what to feel.SShe was scared to be happy, and then, all of a sudden, she falls down, stumbling upon shiny, green rocks, the magical emeralds soaking all her pain and fear.She gets up following a beautiful scent that leads her to Emerald Falls, with fairies and angels taking care of her, and playing with her.An Elysian garden, surrounded by magical streams and waterfalls in emerald green. They threw away objects that looked like shiny green stones.Since that very day, she would often dream of this beautiful place that only made her stronger and happier.One day, Misha couldn’t hit her anymore, because her hands turn into poison, and her brother’s run away scared from home, never to return.She goes out of her home for the first time in 10 years, feeling as happy as a new born.Nobody in the neighbourhood knew Tuliptwigs existed for years, until now.She joins school, making new friends, learning exciting things each day, and visits fairies of Emerald Falls who protect her.Tuliptwigs grows into a wonderful women like pain never touched her and meets a man of mysterious aura.She in her 20s is enamoured by this beautiful man with mild manners, full of sweetness, unknown of his deceptive nature.He is Faun Oakwood, 25, visiting her town in search of something.They marry after courting for two years. The bliss of marriage starts to fade when she starts seeing his odd behaviour. Faun leaves home during the midnight every full moon only to return next day pale and sullen.She is horrified with the increased hostility in his behaviour and feels helpless as there are no fairies coming to her rescue, to talk to her.It has been 4 years she never dreamed of those beautiful meadows. She occasionally had nightmares, seeing herself killed by a strange creature. Faun would joke at her about her dreams.She lived in an ancient castle with Faun, far away from her home, where there was not a sight of human. She would write letters to her friends to keep in touch, with no reply in return.It worried her that Faun ignored her requests to take her to her home to be with her friends.Her fears increased when she started to notice strange behavior and animal sounds from him.Feathers coming through her window, she falls into a deep slumber after 4 confusing years. There is a whisper in her ears, ‘run until you find the emeralds.’The voice is coaxing her to run as far as possible.She wakes up in fear to find a menacing and wicked look in Fauns eyes, never seen before. Her dreams are known to him and now he won’t let her escape.She waits for the full moon night for Faun to disappear, and runs with the bunch of feathers, turned into wings, that let her fly away from the sinister land, battling evil creatures until she falls unconscious.As her eyes wake up, slowly, she hears the gushing noise of the waterfalls. She finds the same beautiful smell, she did until four years ago, till she is woken up by fairies, crowing her as the princess of Emerald Falls.She is happily married to Ember Moondust who guards her with his life.

A Quaint Evening In Bustling Mumbai


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Pics from the place I visited in Mumbai

Juxtaposing to the busy life of Mumbai is this scenic place, a quaint cosmos altogether with lush green and all hues of nature. I stumbled upon it being a nature lover, I love all picturesque places, the solitude, and the quiet they offer. A mini fantasy land which caught my fancy as I was walking by. The earthiness of cobblestone street, the rustic seating, an avalanche of nature in all colors, filled my mind with a landscape of imagination to pen down some stories. A place that put all of my tumult to rest. It reminded me the philosophical side of life we tend to ignore quite often. What beauty, serenity, and harmony does to your subconscious mind, and the easy fix to clear your head if taking a long walk on the beach is not in the vicinity.

Nature mother is the most potent medium to answers to lot of complexities of life. In the serene and harmony I sit and watch the beautiful drizzle which wet the cobblestone pathways, glistened the rustic rooftops, and dressed the leaves and foliage making them blush. There are many more green pastures in Mumbai to explore for those who love solitude and inner peace. This place is a sanctum of serenity and harmony. I personally believe, you cannot pass a single day fruitfully without feeling inner peace. Inner engineering, a path to abundance you feel from within and live life mindfully.

Mindfulness is what nature teaches you. Stillness is not a programmed practice, but what you start to experience when you explore the nuances and tranquility nature offers you. It sets in with every tryst of nature making you want to look at the beautiful side of life you can consciously choose to look at and imbue. You can a choice to drain yourself with anger, anguish, painful emotions, or flush them away looking at all the wonderful things in life that are there sitting right in front of you to explore and take a cue from.

In the manicured greenery I was feeling still. A kind of stillness that is essential to practice daily and feel one with the universe. Everyday is a journey into mindfulness, the quaintness, the stillness you can choose to imbue to find more meaning in everything you do. There is more to Mumbai than street shopping, nightlife, and Bollywood. You can rediscover yourself strolling through these quaint pastures at your own pace and bask in the serenity.


How I began Glass Painting

242330_10150203182781400_7947154_o240423_10150203184871400_7139226_o When I took down my bespoke studio, Faporazee, I had brought glass shelves from my studio to home. Since, they all were 8 inches wide, I was thinking how to utilize them. I first, cut them into round rectangular shapes and fitted them like tiny wall mounted arrangements. The rest of the pieces, were too many. So, I decided to paint them instead of throwing them away. How many shelves can you have at home anyway?

246633_10150203183691400_6465022_nSo, I started with my favorite, abstract design, then go onto doing floral motifs, birds, and random stuff. I loved pottery too. I had done some pot painting as a kid, using sand paper and plaster of pares to do up the texture. The next thing to do was paint it in motifs that I love by stenciling them first. I have always been good with arts and painting works. I never had to use a stencil for glass painting at all. I started off with the motifs in my mind directly onto the glass. I painted around 10 to 12 pieces in a weeks time. So, next time, I have a bottle or any glass piece that I do not use, I paint it and utilize it for decor. The pictures in this blog are my glass painting works done a few years back.

My interesting Routine Speaks of My Love for Life

Stillness reveals the secrets of eternity- Lao Tzu.

My day starts at 6am. I do the breathing exercise for 5 minutes before I get out of bed. I love my king size breakfast. I rustle up a planned breakfast every day. Mostly salads, doused in seeds and olive oil and a whole glass of fruit or vegetable juice. I have been on an organic diet for a really long time. It helps me keep chronic ailments at bay. I look at the silver lining of a good routine despite challenges.

This is my routine. I get better at it everyday. At least, I am not running inside the hamster’s cage, day in and day out. I don’t feel the onus to deal with the daily grind of  compulsions. I retain my natural, spontaneous, spur-off-the-moment independence. I wouldn’t give away my sense of freedom for million dollars or the mousetrap of true love. I do miss people and socializing daily. I would love that too, but my love for ideas is high!! Higher than the need of finding a middle ground that trammels my sacred religion of being free spirited. I don’t give a dime to epochal thinking, or doing something with the intent of creating an epic. I cannot miss the pleasure out of doing things I love.

Freelancing, working from home, afflicts social life, but you do not miss out on the rich inner world. You might communicate more with birds and plants than humans everyday. The ‘Me’ time becomes so potent, you develop a strong reason to shut down the rigmarole and the mundane small talk. I have never been the small talk kind of a person. Though, it is an ice breaker in any conversation. My self absorption with ideas has taken over social life. I jot down, write, read, sketch, cook, clean, and create.

I have a heavy breakfast and lunch light. I love cooking for myself, as well as people I love. There is true joy in doing that. I think, I have come so far because I have not given up holding on to good dietary habits. I am a massive foodie. But, I prefer not to get into temptation habits, not cause of self righteousness, but for the love of my own well being.

Then my work starts at 7am or 9am, depending on random stuff I choose to do early morning. Sometimes it could be a morning walk, or listening to music, or grooming plants, or just sitting still. Stillness is vital to me. I have a dislike to be shaken up. I, especially, like my mornings quiet. Then goes on the roster of things planned ahead of the day. Writing, mostly. I pen thoughts for myself and also take up the technical and mundane formats of writing as a part of my daily work.

This has been a long, unwinding journey having its own pitfalls. But, in all the chaos, peace, and a motley of incidents, my yearning for a disciplined life remains consistent. My core values have not changed, and nothing will change them. Nobody or nothing is so potent enough to change them. I love the pace at which I move my own life. i love it, because I get to choose the pace of my own life, in the case of happiness as well as adversity. I love it that I am incapable of being pushed for anything that does not coincide with who I am. No temptation of money, fame, or allure of true love is so big that it can put a veil on me. There is hardly a scope for boredom, with or without people. I am comfortable in my own skin.


The Symphony of Heart

I have never understood no strings attached relations. I wouldn’t even dare to try. Only because emotions feel good. They feel good because they are true. I am old school when it comes to relations. I have always believed in stability of relations. Isn’t that what matters in the long run? Why would you want to waste your time in associations that won’t turn into something meaningful. I belong to the era of millenials, but my heart belongs to an era where real relations were valued and had no interference or influence of the digi world.

It’s funny, when you look around, how these values stay in a penultimate shell. People do not want to believe real relations could exist, and that you are not one of those groupies you ‘chill out’ with. Strange as it seems, your desire to see a few things in black and white get colored by the external world. Those discoordinated colors that people fill just to get a kick out of it, do not realize, they are aching someone’s heart through to the core. Emotions are no fun to experiment. They are either there or ain’t there, there is no mid way in this.

Whether you succeed or you fail, love is all you need to make the journey worthwhile.