Scared walk- Reflection The flamboyant blue sky permeated the abyss of the earth. I felt like nature was conspiring to make my scared walk a contemplative retreat. Just as I stepped the staircase leading to the football ground, I saw Mr. Jigdral drooling around the football ground. It seemed like he was measuring the length and breadth of football ground in search of his lost jewel. He seems to take the scared walk seriously. I shunned the idea of taking the walk around the football ground and changed my destination towards the cafeteria. My motive was to take the less traveled route, I wanted to seclude myself at least for this walk. I saw my mates taking the path leading to the guest house, library, hostels, and town. Since no one was walking from the President’s quarter, the route leadin...
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"Blogging- Expression of self" Blogging is a global phenomenon. Initially, people started blogging for fun, becoming a professional blogger and making money online wasn’t the aim. However, the technocratic world has evolved the whole concept of blogging, and now people blog for many different reasons. There are even distinctions among types of blogs – sports, business, lifestyle, fashion, food, and entertainment blogs, among others. The blogging has developed over the last decade, the benefits of blogging are myriad. Blogging can benefit an individual’s personal and professional life. “Instead of being a passive consumer, we can become an active blogger. ” Blogging gives us the platform to express ourselv...
Bukkay Dam- Scared Cave The New Year sun rays ushered through windowpanes to my room, bringing renewed hopes and aspirations for the year. To warm-up myself, I cuddled my furry blankets and started introspecting on the year passed by. The time just swift away, leaving nothing but a moment to reflect and reckon. The time is ephemeral, fleeting like the human mind. Just as I was delving into my thought, I felt like a lump of flesh inserted into my head. I had a headache, it was like someone just hit me with a rock. The New Year party was good but the aftermath hungover always let me swear that I will not drink, which never happens. With the heaviness in my head, I was trying to get up when my phone rang. It was my friend on the other end, inviting me for the trip towards Bukkay Dam. As obedien...
STONE FREE RICE Since it was weekend, I planned to treat myself with an ice cream. I went to one of the general shop and ordered the vanilla ice-cream. While I was waiting, another customer came rushing asking for a bag of rice. ‘Uncle Can I have a bag of rice,’ the man said. ‘Yeah! Which brand do you prefer?’ the shopkeeper asked. ‘Any type that is “stone free”, the man said. ‘All my stock is “stone free”, the shopkeeper smiled sheepishly and continued, ‘Even if the bag of rice has stone, it is free of cost. You don’t have to pay a penny...
“HEART OVER MIND” Charles hastily crossed the road, paced up and down the footpath opposite to Hotel Jojoys where he works. It was a cold Saturday afternoon, rather windy. The birch trees, almost bare of leaves, were violently bending down. Men and Women in their heavy coats, boys and girls with their arms, interlocked, walked fast anxious to get a place of shelter, a restaurant/bar, or to reach home. Charles usually vociferous, kept a mysterious silence, and continued, apparently unaffected to gaze the display dangling leather- jacket at Cozys, in fluffy red collar, a real winter stuff. A particular tanned attracted his attention. He stepped into the...
“Find Her Way” Catastrophe stuck when we least expect Things fall apart with irremediable damage Still the center remain dead solid Holding what’s left to refurbish anew. The distorted soul withhold grievances Enduring the anarchy alike apocalypse Battling the war of mind and heart Losing thyself with nothing left to win. The mind accepts to move forward Only to be interfered by obstinate heart Reluctant to unfasten the grip of ruthless past Leaving no atonement to wounded soul. Sleep has lost its way and night seems long Dreaming has become an arduous task Disillusioned by the reality and apparition Longing for the dose to transcend you. The phase seems muddled and clouded Making it difficult for rays to penetrate Only after an indisputable cascade Will the sun find her way back to shine? ...
Me and my loneliness Forlorn did my soul survive The brutal reality crept in Leaving nothing but the scars The bruises only to remind the cruelty. Far and wearing the journey seems Wavering the strong wind gust Leaving nothing but the coldness Showering drizzle over the deserted soul. Even in this buzzing chaotic beehives Lost in the confusion and defragments Leaving nothing but the ambiguousness Distancing the spirit form sublimity of soul. Me and my loneliness trespassing the forbidden line Only to accord with the façade reality Wearing mask with the suitability Leaving nothing but the fakeness. Ceedee-13/6/2018