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 mute testimony….

The barren branch stands in mute testimony to the eternal longing of the distant rocks… the rocks, despite the yearning to melt away into the amber horizon stand rooted to their spot, their silent walls drowned by the boisterous crashing of the Atlantic….

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…

the unforgiving mistress

Such a bundle of contradiction, a double edged sword that she was, it was almost impossible to resist her charm, more so when she decided to lure him into her bosom, a promise of a blissful sojourn, a drug to a parched soul, a transit from the very mortal being people call life. Just as…

the flu……

A rather rough month at work was dragging along, the overcast grey skies of the monsoon not helping the general mood, casting an almost ominous shadow over his bright, cheery nature. Feeling a little low, he felt the change of seasons was having an effect… Many around seemed down with flu. A day off from…

Comfort zone….

One ordinary evening, he found that the usually comforting solitude seemed utterly alien…. The soothing warmth of the blissful silence was missing. In its place was a hollow that echoed with a vacant ring… For the first time in several years, he was out of his comfort zone.

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Time they say, changes anything… Here stand some colourful buildings seemingly distant from reality, gazing lazily into the bay beyond… They however, stand testimony to Time, and what it can do in shaping the place, the people and everything around it… #bryggen

the intangible…….

The term varies from one another… Some call it quest, some destiny, some fate, and slme, funny as it is, my birth right. Hey, The idea of running after something completely intangible is a disease that’s plagued mankind through eons. We have been running the hamster wheel for as long as we have known time….

the third type..

They say, everyone who walks into your life has a purpose, some a blessing while others a lesson. What they don’t say, is the third type. They walk in unsuspected, stay a fairly short time. But when they decide to move along you can’t help but feel a trifle bit empty. The level of comfort…

the ruins…..

They said it was ruins… They also said it was once a magnificent city.. They however, did not see life it contained within…….  

the protagonist…..

Life is to be enjoyed, relished. Worry was but utterly useless. All that mattered was the moment. All that had to be taken care of was already in the moment. Life should be lived like an eagle effortlessly riding a thermal wind. A sudden shrill noise broke the trance. Work beckoned. Lingering on the frozen…

the crests…….

Always scared of the water, surfers were an eternal source of intrigue… The nonchalance and the elan with which they rode the crests and troughs of those mammoth waves. A week later… Maybe those crests were easier….?