He stealthily painted the skies, the clouds, the hills and trees and right when he was rinsing his paint brush at the pond, I caught
I look out my window Towards that make-shift gate, I have been waiting, For long and it’s about time. It’s just me, the gate, And
Those tiny sounds you hear at night, whose source you can’t identify. That movement you sense only to find no one when you turn. You think it’s nothing. But what if there’s someone trying to communicate with you from the parallel world?
Kenny Sebastian came up with this video about the women’s purse. It was meant for educating men, but I really should say, it was informative to me
There is a beautiful stretch of road I often take to get home. Being in the city, I almost always avoid the central areas and
Note: Ginger the dog’s thoughts are given in the bracket. Liya is on her bed, reading a book when her Dog strolls into the
Food for thought – Suppose you are creating something. But in the process, you destroy ten other things. Is the creation worthwhile? The idea has
I have been listening to the vicious revving of the chainsaw since yesterday. Last time this happened I remember looking out my window helplessly, willing
100 Happy Days – Day 86 Happiness is a chair, a book and the threshold of an Ocean and not knowing which one makes you
It’s time To take my leave. Starting tonight, Watch out for me When the dusk approaches. Look towards the skies As they light up gradually.
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