Here comes the patter of tiny feet, Innocence looking up at you with wonder, With bright eyes and shining smiles All like a million sparks of a bright flame, pure as drops of dew on a summer morning. A single stroke filled with a million colours, these little angels of joy lighting up the world, … Continue reading Age Of Innocence
(As a writer i feel it is my duty to reveal the truth about why Modi really won in 2014 elections. So here goes...) I would like to start off this post by making my political allegiance clear. I bear no loyalty to any political party. My support lies with the person who turns out … Continue reading The Real Hero of The Great Indian Elections
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2i6CmKjN3E I was watching Moneyball again yesterday after a long long time. and this song from the movie was so touching! Just a little girl singing with a guitar in the background... Nothing more. Beautiful Indeed! Tells you how important it is to just sit back and enjoy life. I'm just a little bit caught … Continue reading The Show (Moneyball )
This one is just too truthful to let go 🙂
You ever come across a trigger that sparks a powerful nostalgic feel? Something as simple as a whiff of an old scent, or an oddly familiar sound. I did a quick search for the etymology of ‘nostalgia’, and it comes from Greek root words ‘nostos’ meaning ‘return home’ and ‘algos’ meaning ‘pain’, homesickness.
The feeling of homesickness can bring about a deep pain and longing for things of the past. Not necessarily longing to be home, exactly, because home can be anywhere, anyone and anything which we’ve grown comfortable and safe with. Nostalgia is an effective word that accurately encompasses the plethora of intense feelings it rouses.
Emotions such as happiness, or anger are basic emotions that we have a decent understanding of, nostalgia on the other hand takes us by surprise and holds us captive until we’ve reminisced enough. Sometimes it can take us into a trance like state, where there…
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(Over the years many people have asked me the same question over and over again. "Why do you write?" I decided to answer it now, on the eve of my 22nd birthday with a slightly doped brain and an absolutely lonely heart.) I write because I want silence. And not the loud kind of silences … Continue reading Why Do I Write