Survival and Love
Life has asked us to sacrifice so many things for our loved ones. And give us many things in return. But what amazes me is the selfless love that one can express and show. A mother's love towards her child and the ones between friends to name a few. Survival becomes...
The Prank
Relationships. They are complicated of all. The heart beats faster than ever and the head gives a red alert. But the heart beats so fast, that the alert that comes in red is taken as a sign of love. Well, it may be or may be not. The men folk think women are...
The Hug
Hugs are magic. I have always hated being so close to anyone. But my best friends they listen to nothing, they have to hug me every time we meet and part. Meeting has now become rare, and now I am the one who waits to hug them. I don't know if the distance played it's...
#InkingReflections:The months that went by
Time flies they say. Life and time has done a great job of proving it. Six months is a long time but for me it went very fast and I am glad it did. If you are thinking it flew fast because it was blissful. My dear friends, you are wrong. It has been bitter sweet....
There she came…..
When she comes, it hurts like pulling out the bandage. It is like as if she is checking if the wounds below the bandage are healed. Tears of remorse flow down. I would love to warn her about the depth and the healing status of the wound, but either she is deaf or more...
When it all began…
Hi there! Welcome to my humble abode. It is beautiful ! Isn't it? I have nurtured it with poems and pampered it with stories and articles. Adorned it with accolades and kind comments. We have taken adventures and had fun. Stay tuned and keep coming back...
Father and his small gal
There was a small girl, Hair thick and with a curl. There was innocence in her eyes, Looking up to the wise. She loved the man with all her heart, Then came a time when they had to part. Their love remained intact but something changed. Like the world had rearranged....
Winds Of Change
The winds of change I can feel,The truth I can no longer conceal.The good old days are long gone,I am stuck between dark and dawn.The power of the wind strong,It's new but sounds like an old song.For its a phase which shall pass too,and it all depends on what we...
Breaking the monotonous Sunday!
Sunday evenings are usually reserved for evening walks along the streets of Mylapore, which is usually bustling with people, going to restaurants, visiting temples and buying vegetables. I on the other hand just roam, you could blame my thin pocket. I see the famous...
I am Committed !
Our fights are intense but silent,That still sort of quiet.The aftermath beautiful.Like a song so musical.Challenges amuse us,And we face it without much fuss.Present better than the past,And the future seems vast.We argue sometimes ,And then recollect the good old...
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