that moment……

He rushed home from school, his excitement reverberating through a bunch of parrots that set off from a nearby tree. Not once before does he remember being excited to get home. Today was a break in routine. The after-class football could wait, aimless chats at the ice cream shop were immaterial. He only wanted to…

The price……

Independance came to him at a price… There were days when he would yearn for that space he could call his own, decisions he could be proud to declare was his; for there was always people around him, seemingly intruding the sanctitiy of his space. Forcing their choices upon his. Then came a day, when…

a bit beyond……

At times, it is rewarding to go a trifle bit beyond what the tour guide book says, even if its a few steps…

Winning…

Winning is not everything, he taught his student. His job, was to inculcate the right morals in the tiny tots he was teaching.. What matters, is the participation and being noble even in defeat. The students were attentive, listening to every word of his. However, to him, he sounded hollow. He knew, what he told…

It is the journey…

Sometimes, the urge to get to the destinations is so overpowering, that it blinds us to the beauty that lies along the way… If only we made the time to just stop and stare; relish the journey, than rush along to the end; to unravel what it has in store would we realise how much…

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​He kept his distance, the curt responses guarding him from the persistence her sweet voice belied.. One such conversation, he found himself smilig to her words.  He knew he was in trouble.

Burning ’em bridges….

Tea shops had a way of soothing his nerves.. The combination of the acrid smoke, the aroma of the baked goodies and the random topics that wafted in the air had their way of distracting him.  One particular conversation however, caught his attention. I wonder when we ll get enough medals at any international sporting…

Loud silence…

They say the ones that know the most are the quietest… Here is a mute spectator, standing its ground for over 1300 years, witnessing the vagaries of nature, and of the people; its wind weathered sculptures, a testimony to time itself….! Sometimes, silence is loud…..  

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Walking along the unfamiliar streets of her town, he wondered if he would bump into her, even if it was just for a moment. A quiet voice within questioned, “are you prepared?”

Muse….

Her answer was always no. However much he tried to convince her, she d not have it. She dint want him to come down to her distant town just to meet her.  Staring at the distant mountain, he wondered if she would ever know that she was the reason he began to travel….

Hope… Courage… Life…

They said the place closed at 5! They said it got just too dark to be around thereafter. They said it was dangerous. They said it was the land’s end.  It sure seemed to be the land’s end. The canyon so vast and deep made a rumbling river sound no more than a meek trickle….

the dancing crystals they call ocean….

  The flaming orange ball that the sun was, shone brilliantly off the sparkling waters of the Arabian. The waves, creating a new pattern of shimmering crystals on the surf. The palms swaying to the humid breeze seemed to wave towards the distant horizon, the breeze ruffling the hair growing cooler by the moment, he…