Since when I have loved to keep diaries I can’t recall. It seems like forever if I walk down the memory lane and try to visualize myself holding my first ever diary in my hands. It was a black, hard-cover, and I loved it more … Continue reading Journal It That Way!
How I miss those summer evenings of some seven years back, when I used to sit down to watch another episode of ‘The Suite Life of Zack and Cody’ and ‘Hannah Montana’ and the setting sun used to shower its beautiful orange colour on the walls of my room. I remember my frustrated mother who used to make me take my afternoon nap and how energetically I used to refuse it. And as the daylight slowly started departing, mom would hand me over a plate full of sliced mangoes, one of those things that makes the season beautiful. The fruity shade of the setting sun, would make my taste buds desire for something fruit, and there the mangoes satisfied my need, making me eventually wish for more. Those days that went are now much like a beautiful dream, that I use to chase every year, but in vain, cause they aren’t about to return any day. Sigh, they are gone!
I can’t stop remembering those dark evenings spent under the shade of oil lamps, the late sunset that brought my mom and grandma to prepare the lamps to be lighted. I regret for having taken those evenings for granted, lying lazily atop the mattress on … Continue reading So Vintage
Okay, I admit, it wasn’t exactly my first ride. But given the poor cycling skills I had mustered as an accurate beginner in the field, that was my first proper long distance ride upon the two wheels. I was riding alongside a brother of mine and my hair was flying, literally! The country roads are beautiful, with lesser noise, greener scenes and less chaotic situations. The only thing that was bothering me at the moment was the rocky texture of the streets and I would hold back my breath unknowingly at times. Nevertheless, it was the best feeling ever. As we moved ahead, the passing breeze played with me and mostly, went kissing my face. The birds singing under the evening sky became the ideal playlist for the journey. And we paced forward. Our destination was until my uncle’s home and we successfully made it. But the journey back home is what needs a special mention in here. I felt like flying in seventh heaven, oblivious to what was happening in my surroundings. We went from under the tall bamboo shoots, swaying to the beat that was being played in my mind, the front wheel of the bicycle struck a bigger rock and then, BOOM! A Fall!
But I was standing whilst the bicycle was lying hopelessly between my legs and I looked bewildered. I didn’t fall, the bicycle did and that made me crazy. My brother looked concerned and rushed to help me out. I don’t know how he managed not to laugh at the scene because it was hilarious enough to keep me laughing for hours later. Crap that freaking rock! It just made everything even more memorable…
The fifteen minutes break after every tiresome lesson was like a boon showered from heaven. The sound of our bags being zipped up and footsteps retreating out of the classroom indicated a little snack time to feed our hungry stomachs. Much then, we’d walk up … Continue reading There, outside the Tea-Stall!
Mid summer it was. The scorching heat terrified the whole city. No wonder why people cursed out so much. But more than anything else, my mind was preoccupied to its fullest. I wasted the whole summer break. Nowhere did I go, nothing did I feel … Continue reading The Rainfall that day
Sitting in the balcony of that coffee shop, my cup of coffee and five crazy friends of mine totally going insane, I realized, time flies much faster than we concluded. The memories came flooding to my brain, and I recalled how I met these beautiful … Continue reading Over a Cup of Coffee