Daily Reflection

I have waited too long at the sidelines and watched the traffic pass.....i have been a bystander and absorbed the chaos with calm, its time to step in and do your bid.........

Independence Day..for Anna

Who can stop the flow of stream?

Every drop is a story untold, which unfolds as it flows,

Every gurgle is a voice suppressed, Every rock is a stumbling block.

Flow freely my river of dream,

Go meet the ocean and fulfill your destiny

Go tell your story to hearing ears,

Raise your opinion and let them be heard

Meet the blocks with fury and uproar

Go meet the ocean and create a dream nation.

Shifty shapes of memories

optic , olfactory alongwth sixth senses have been associated with memories of past..have you ever experienced memories of shapes?, memories associated with shapes...some shape invoking pleasant senses:

triangles..hmm... samosas; rich potatoes n peas filled pyramids! , a perfect square of white-bread sandwich with rounds of cucumber, tomatoes, potatoes, topped with thin strings of cheese;

cubes of cottage cheese and pastries , oval idlis and round buns and dosa ; conical cream-roll and spherical desserts ....

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Daily Reflection

A hurt, a trauma pervades into future, its dark slithering veins traverse into the crevices of life and stays there forever.

What will scrub and clean this dirt?

Love or trust.......

Daily Reflection

A tiny life infused with fear, struggles with the fears to live. A life fought hard to live and those who live forget the fight they fought. A life short of obstacles or obstacles of long life? A single breath of life or a long sigh.

A simple love story- Chapter 1

It was love at first sight( or rather sexual attraction)! But for her, not for him. His face was craved out of a sculpture of Greek god. Yet, there were no curly mops or anything sinewy about his features. There was a softness in his face, a delicacy, yet why did it resemble like a Greek god! Maybe it was her fascination with the Greek godliness looks. something in her clicked when she saw him, it was more of a physical attraction than mental or emotional.

He only side-glanced her once and she was dismissed. She liked him. But he acted pricey, a quintessential Mr. Darcy? And she was Jane Austen fan! And nothing like Lizzy, her heroine. She was more like Jane Bennett! Jane and Mr. Darcy??? Awful thought, no ways! But this is modern world and not a 18 th century classic novel. Should she pretend to be Lizzy, how pretentious! so is love nowadays.

All she thought was of him, day n night. She went to college to glance and shower her silent admiration for him. Why was she so attracted, tumultuous and in turmoil. Rather she was waiting for a prefect moment for him to notice her. Is there a perfect moment? She was a simpleton, he was was a Greek god ( there you go...). Waiting for the perfect moment..waiting .. waiting.

He did not give her a second glance( after the first one that we spoke of). His interest laid in a pretty brunette ( rather voluptuous). That was love for him. Pretty, not petite , curvy , an hour glass appearance; yes hour glass, where sands of time paused in their flow in order to glance at her.

Sigh! where's my Mr. Bingley? thought our plain Jane. The pretty brunette was like Lizzy, strong , powerful, headstrong, independent. So the classic form is true. Only twist in the modern tale here is that Jane also likes Mr. Darcy.

Now we got to make Jane and Darcy meet! I am sure sparks will fly , but we must get them together. What we need here is a second glance! he was so besotted by the brunette that the blonde was ignored ( yes , Jane 's a blonde). We need to boost Jane to atleast talk to him .

And then like magic, she drifted when she saw him sitting by himself in class. She knew he was waiting for the brunette (damn!). She sat next to him and murmured a meek hi, he cordially replied back, though in his mind he was anxious to see Lizzy. Now Lizzy was friendly and had many admirers , but so did our little Jane. Jane was helpful, sweet, soft and surprisingly funny.

Lizzy was smart, bold and friendly. Mr. Darcy was....essentially only Darcy.

Now coming back to her senses , Jane quietly got up and sat a few benches behind Darcy. He did not even realize she had left. There appeared Lizzy, a handful of books in her arms and a pretty swagger. his eyes lit up, he saved her a seat too. Now dont think our Jane was disappointed . She liked him, it was...hormonal experience for the18 year old. She tried to ignore but even few seconds she glanced in their direction to see them chatter and laugh and whisper. Now did i tell you Lizzy along with an armful of books in one hand, the another was wrapped around another guy.

.........to be continued...Next chapter

Colourful Shadows-nighttime reflection

How interesting would it be if everyone had a colourful shadow! Palette of playful shades incorporated into our shadow. Maybe it doesn't have to be plain boring black then. Mix of pink, blue ,purple ,red! To add to the excitement, how if our shadow changed colors according to our moods!!!
The shadow becomes red when one's angry :X , blue when your sad :(, pink when in love ( blush blush!!). Would it then be a better indicator of human emotions?