The short two hour hop from the stopover took us over a white blanket interspersed with tiny red toy houses with sea of conifers behind. The bleak grey landscape

It was the norm… a few quiet chats and the comforting embrace of the quiet room on a balmy summer night. With each passing moment, the trepidation always rose. This despite knowing that there would barely be a handful. Not changing once in the past years, this one was no different. With every passing Buzz…

sun rise…

They say, even the darkest night shall be followed by a bright morning. Such a cliched statement…. especially for someone whose early morning is well past 8 am. But on the rare occasion that one does get to see the “actual” sunrise, it is indeed spell binding. The amber light that encompasses all beings, somehow…

The dawn…..

It was a crisp morning, quite different from a thousand other before this one. For, on this day, something was different, the sun was still cuddling with the waves… An unusual hour to be up, for him. Today, was different, also because he was at the cusp of something that petrified his soul, for it…

trapped……..

Looking up, he saw a piece of art, art in a cubical shape, with what seemed to be an interesting texture to touch.. the long metal ropes, their tenacity intrigued him, got him to wonder how many twists of the metal ropes wound in tight, how many metal strands must be keeping it in place,…

Faded colors???

The colors looked different. Was the red more vibrant? The turquoise blue even more tantalising? Maybe, they were. The place, a quaint little cafe right in the heart of the city and yet, so far removed from reality was no more. If that wasn’t enough, the ocean of books all around promised anyone that entered…

Childhood…

Wish there was a rewind switch in life… something to help us go back to the one time so full of innocence and totally devoid of malice… Childhood..

Change – the only constant????

Change, they say us the only constant. As much as one would love to argue, there seems to be a lot of truth in this small statement. Maybe! But, maybe, they have all misses something very vital in that statement, and yet very subtle… One might be tempted to wonder if this miss, is just…

patterns…..

Tempted as one might be to call it utterly random and disoriented maybe, just maybe, there is a pattern to it.. a geometry that is invisible to all but the most discerning.. maybe, it what that needs to been sought.. maybe, it is what we all miss..

the mind… the memories..

Sliding down a precarious slope, the rough stones ripping away at his pants and skin together, he tumbled down, desperate for a foothold to stop the free fall. Even as he was hurtling down, he couldn’t help but wonder which one was more scary, the free fall, or the myriad memories it conjured up of…

Early bird…

Alone he flew, across the limits set by the society, in hoping to find at least one would that would compliment his!