Delightful reveries

Don't they have stories to tell? The ever transient skies, Changing from blue to pink to purple and black, They contain clouds of stories, willing to burst forth , But no one to listen, They sing songs of rage, Only the thunder applauds, They cry out in agony,  And lightning strikes. The leaves that fall off trees, And drift as the wind takes them, Seem to shy to tell their stories... The wind that whispers words into your hair, Carries a treasure trove of stories, Breathed into it by the trees, the sand and the life around. Don't you have stories to tell? Of the stuff you are made off, What made you you, And what you mask in those liquid eyes and behind that smile?             ~Ashwini.V

The wind whispers occasionally, on a silent,starry night. The rythmic tick-tocks of the clock and the peaceful breathing of others sleeping quietens the mind. An occasional thudding of a door somewhere, and a car roaring to life can be heard. But the night has only begun. As the night gently turns darker,murkier, the world around becomes quieter, And the sound,of our own breathing can be heard. The night begins to get chilly, and the wind becomes playfully still, as the night progresses to its darkest phase, before dawn. And yet the chilly wind whispers occasionally, on a silent starry night.

Hey there beautiful people! On this beautiful winter day, as I type, Sunlight streams in through the windows onto my desk and seems to melt on my face. I feel good until after sometime..."O my God! My Face is a furnace!! I need to get away from here! Nah too lazy for that😂 Let me just pull those curtains together. Aah.. that feels way better. Sweet Relief! So today I'll talk about some warmm winter myths that need to be busted. Like Right Now. #1 The warm snuggle - Winter time= Snuggle time in Blankets! Oh I'm just loving this warm softy blanket!. No!! We haven't got time for that, honey! Get up and go do your work! Winter time=Assignments time=Preparation for exams time=Very less time to snuggle lazily.😞 #2 Coffee by my side , Novel in my hands and wrapped in a blanket. Reality=Impossible. If you are wrapped in a blanket , your hands will be inside the blanket. If your hands are outside you feel cold. Somehow manage to smuggle a book. Fine. Steaming Coffe...

      Dear Diary,                                                  I feel that life, is in the momentary pauses that  we take.We come most alive when we pause, to reflect on ourselves, to relive on our childhood memories, to think back to happy times.🌈                         Also, when we pause our daily routine to curl up with our loved ones and spend some time with our good friends.💗                      To feel that joy that sparks up within us, when we spend time by ourselves, maybe relaxing alongside nature amidst dewy mountains,dazzling beaches, lush forests or dune-filled deserts transports us to a different world altogether.🌏                      ...

For, the photograph never captures a memory, it only captures the moment.The memories can only be captured by the camera of the soul,known as the mind.Memories, once captured, lay in the back of the mind,stored, in heavy treasure chests,waiting to be called. A memory is like light , the more you fed off it.the more it grows stronger In this ever transient world,photographs may fade away,but memories won't.'Cause memories stored in the chests are closely connected to the heart and the feelings, seldom do the photographs fade.In fact, they were never photographs tucked away in chests, only movies; Movies to be played on loop, Every single year of your life.

"All of us talk of going on a journey, to sit with peace, and enjoy the nature's bounty. Maybe, to Kerala, Kashmir, Darjeeling... It is an outward journey, from our home. But why do we make this "outward journey?" To enjoy the nature? Reconnect with ourselves? Relax? And also maybe to ignite the spark in us, soothe our frayed hearts, calm our chattering minds to make a start to begin the journey within. And it may work, for a little while. And then, back to square one. We make a promise, every single time, that on returning, we shall stay the same. But the world outside is happy enough to bring us back to our old ways. Or maybe we are not strong enough to withstand the pressure of not going back to the old ways.So what does it become?            The journey to nowhere. Maybe. Since we enjoy nature during the trip..it can't be the journey to nowhere. So what is the journey to nowhere???  Life. I feel so. Well not exactly journey to nowhere, j...

Writing is not a skill .It is an art , of carefully choosing the choicest words,and weaving them together in a fashion that would entice him/her to read more. Writing is not an art .It is the science , of applying the mind's most brilliant ideas and presenting them to the world on paper. Writing is not science , it is the skill of laying carefully, the thought processes that bog the brain and heart, everyday, every night. Great writings do not just exist. They create, Imagination in the mind of the reader; Dreams in the eyes of soul;A world of fantasy to the dreamer;A place of escape to the weary; Another world to the traveler; Description to the blind; Solace to the seeker. They become a friend to the friendless. Great writings provide courage and comfort, warmth and inspiration,and knowledge. They can inspire and sadden at the same time.Be sarcastic yet joyful and provide love yet inject darkness. Not everyone can write so. Hence writing is not a skill,it...