the blues….

The deep ink blue spread out all around, as far as one could see.. the colour so deep, even the impending dawn with its flaming orange could not suppress the power of the hue. They say the blues, but it’s probably the only blue that brings so much hope, and peace.. The blue on the…

Until……

The heart beat fast… very fast… Who knows the colleague next seat could probably hear that s slightly off tune thump… It kinda sounded like a far away festival drum played by someone who doesn’t know how to play… How perfect! The thump, no clue why it was there, day in and day out.. but…

Maybe…..?

The darkness was all encompassing. Adjusting the eyes and peering into the blackness, there was, but one tiny scar high up, filtering in a tiny trickle of light. Ironically, this, if anything did nothing to reassure, only amplified the paranoia. Groping into the dark, the portal seemed reassuring, but as with everything around, it only…

Glimpses of the Arctic North.. Bergen

Getting almost-lost at 10pm, in a cold foreign land, with near-empty streets are worth the effort when the first day there ends with a view as beautiful as this one… While the Ulriken is supposedly, taller, colder and more adventurous, the Fløyen was just the perfect start in Bergen for us. A bit sedate, barely…

void…..

There are those days when you relish stepping back from the rat race to look at people, almost pitifully as they scurry around desperate to catch up to the prize on their own individual hamster wheels, and there are those days when you desperately want to be back on the very same wheel you once…

Perception……

A long, draining day at work done, he sat at home, staring blank at the empty wall in front… the wall, aesthetically adorned with photo frames on one half, contrasting the simple plain surface on the other half… Somehow, the mind drew parallels to a school blackboard, that had chaotic chalk squiggles on one half….

Nostalgia….

The hustle of reality pushed back when the mind rolls back in time..

Fear…..

“What is your biggest fear?”, they asked him. The little kid that he was, he said he was scared of the ghosts, the darkness, the empty street, the dog next door… He thought those things around him was very very scary.. “What are u scared of papa?”, his daughter’s lilting voice jolted him up from…

Precipice

Standing at the edge of the precipice, the view was spellbinding. The prospect of jumping over even more tempting, the temptation increasing with each person taking flight when their turn came. Gradually inching forwards, the emotions seemed to be mixed, confused between the excitement of what the others had done, and done well; and the…

ruins….

Walking through the ancient city, it’s broken streets with the crumbling walls, there was a sense of comfort that could just not be brushed aside. An intangible feel of a deja vu. Laughing away at the thoughts of a different lifetime, he stood still mid step at a thought. The city, like his own self…