Write me down!

Writing is what inspires me to live, Or living is what inspires to write. I know not how the pen became my life, But I write to survive. Some time alone is mine to read, Or scribble a little on the blank sheet, Mornings are my time to breathe, I write before I cook & …

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बादल और मैं

कुछ इस तरह आज बादल को ज़मीन पर उतरते देखा जैसे पूछ रहा हो, "चलोगी मेरे साथ? तुम्हे लेने आया हूँ इस भीड़ के परे, आओ थाम लो मेरा हाथ।" मन तो मेरा भी हुआ की बारिश की बूंदों में छिप कर निकल चले इस कोलाहल से कहीं दूर। "धुप में पैर नहीं जलेंगे तुम्हारे, …

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The Politics Of A Negative Mind

“The human mind is so complex and things are so tangled up with each other that, to explain a blade of straw, one would have to take to pieces an entire universe.” - Remy de Gourmont But of course I picked this quote from Google and pasted it. At least I can claim to have …

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Rain ‘a’ Musing

Finally it rained. Whoever reads my blog must wonder if I am the weatherman’s or rather the rain-man’s daughter? For I start writing with rain. My ink-pot definitely dried off in summer. Now when I read what I wrote in the heat, I can honestly claim – it sucks. Not very long ago a friend …

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The Happy Guilt of Being – Home Alone

I gulp down the warm water filled in the glass. It feels good on the throat early in the morning. I missed yoga class today because yesterday night I did what I wanted to – I watched a movie with no pauses, breaks or interruptions. Surprisingly I saw the entire movie without moving my butt …

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The Ink Flows Again …

And just as I thought I had completely lost my knack to writing the weather turns blue. The thunderstorm in the morning followed by light showers settled the dust not only outside but inside as well. The green shines a clean & clear glow. The day has moved on towards work but the pleasing laziness …

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