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….?

the wait…..

It just did not make sense.. Time seemed to drag on.. Looking forward to something was a way of life he was used to. This however, seemed different. He was visibly normal. But underneath there was a very turbulent current that unsettled him, constantly. Edgy, he was looking forward to the end of the week….

pointless ride….

The western sun shone quite bright, more so for a late September evening. This along with the angry black black clouds on the far eastern side ensure it was an agonizingly sultry evening. Pausing a moment to stare at the sky, he pulled on his jacket, a rather flimsy substitute for a proper riding jacket…

if only….

The excitement surged. Finally, he would soon be flying abroad, for work. The peer pressure that had slowly been finding its way into his nerves will bother him no more. His parents can be proud to declare that their son is headed abroad. The feverish pace at which the preparations were getting done got the…

the void….

Life went on.. Saturdays and mondays interchanged innumerable times, and each time they were different. There was however one that was a constant. A feeling of void. Of an absence. Absence of what, there wasnt a clue. But something was amiss. The days dint seem any different, although time seemed to roll by at a…