The Strength of a Flickering Candle.

She was sitting there, lost into her gloomy thoughts. The room was awfully murky, and the darkness helped her hide from the light. Tattered as she was, so were her thoughts. Her appearance was no less depressed with rugged hair, with the black dress, and with face as dull as her feelings. She clutched onto herself, at a shuffle of sound, dreading anyone’s presence. She needed no one at the moment, she knew the amount of pessimism people brought to her, and she was also conscious of her own tumultuous state. It was all plentiful.

Lying down, she shut her eyes, as if the room was not dark enough. Taking deep breathes she suddenly felt the loss of air, the need for cool air. And there it was, a sway of cool breeze through the window which had been kept open in the dark of the night.

Only then with the flicker of the light did she realise that there was a candle far away in the room, barely alight. The wind blowing now was making it harder for it to be kept lighted and she did not even wish it to be lighted. But no amount of wind could blow off the candle. It almost got burnt out and then just when it seemed that it was out, she would find that it was still alight, barely alight, but yes it did have the vigour and the desire to keep itself lighted which she knew she missed in herself.

A small candle which did not even have the needed amount of wax to light itself fought for the light that it wanted to spread in the darkness of the room, and there she was crouched at the far corner, hardly breathing, hardly wanting to live.

If the candle could put up a fight, so could she. She would reignite herself again; she would rise up and not let any sort of obscurity win over her. Not this time. She would keep her life lighted from then on. And there just when the candle burnt itself again and gave the brightest light, she knew she was born again.

And as the candle went off, she smiled brightly, welcoming the dawn, her tears long dried and a face that had the power to conquer her world. Her soul set free from the chains of the darkness.

Surprising Rain

I love rain, most of us do when it’s summers and we are just dying of the scorching heat. But I love it more when it comes un-warned, without any suspect.

So the other day after a very hot day, the evening was blessed for us. It rained unexpectedly and made our place just so calm and peaceful. It was all unexpected we couldn’t have thanked enough for the rains. After a 45’C continuous temperature, I think we deserved that. Our place looks wonderful after the rains, just like a hill station and to cherish all of it we went to our terrace to enjoy the beautiful weather.

with soft music going on and the cool after-rain breeze blowing I clicked random pictures, and I clicked a lot of them. So here I go sharing them. Hope you like them and the beautiful place that we live around.

WARNING: They are just random pictures and you might see some things least expected.  😀 :-p

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PS: For the last two pictures I don’t even know what I was thinking.

Anyways, I hope you have a wonderful day ahead.

Much love.

The Romantic Sun

The sun was almost down with crimson hue in it. It was half hiding behind the tall hill and half smiling at me. It was the time of dusk and yet it was bright and shiny. It wasn’t blinding me rather giving me a lovely look, assuring me that he would be back tomorrow. He will be and I can trust him. I know that. He goes with a promise and comes back with a promise of a beautiful day, a lovely start, a new beginning. Where, if we cannot erase our past at least we can correct them. It brings us hope.

I stare into the eyes of sun as if falling in love with him, I cannot see anything but his glaring eyes. I know he is too powerful, he can have it over anyone, he has the charm, I know! His charisma blows my mind and all I can think of is his coming again. He cannot be long gone. I will miss him. He is almost behind the hill, almost gone and yet I stay to look at his last rays, savour every last glimpse of him.

I can still picture him with my closed eyes and I know he will be back soon. Just as I open my eyes I see no evidence of his ever being there. Rather I see a half moon on the sky now, stark white and I know that it’s time to finally bid adieu. It’s the time of all the romantics. They will come and cherish the moon and sing songs for the beloved and look at the stars and will make promises to each other. Yes it’s good all the same.

I know moon is always connoted with the romantic notion but what about sun? Isn’t it beautiful too? It has its own unique charm and I love it. I love the romantic sun.

The fighting cows

There were two cows, fighting over a bag of plastic thrown callously on the ground beside the bin. They were struggling with their mouths to try tearing the bag so as to eat something out of it. The bag wouldn’t slit and the cows wouldn’t let go. I saw this for a full five minutes after which one of them just left, walking away and not even glancing behind. Just then, just that very moment a lady walked towards the dejected cow and provided her with some food, all sorts of vegetables and a few chapattis. The cow gratifyingly swallowed the food while the other one was still rebelling over with the bag of plastic which had nothing but scraps of paper.

It was a Sunday morning; I was sitting in my terrace garden surrounded by the beautiful flowers, shaded by the warm sun in a cold morning, sipping hot coffee when I was awarded with this atrocious match between two cows. Well, you may laugh but it was worth watching in that sunny morning and procuring a moral that we ought to learn so as not to obfuscate our lives. In the struggle of being so adamant and stubborn and trying to control our lives we have forgotten that there are some things that we just can’t control. However much we try there are few things which are beyond our measures and we ought to let them happen as and when they happen, we have to stop trying to get almost everything. That is not the plan, sometimes letting go may find you something better, and something way more than what you were pining for.

Just this one time why not try and let go instead of trying too hard to have it all. May be something way better is waiting instead of something that we have to settle for. Just this one time?

The act of kindness

I was travelling and it had been a long journey, with a sleepless night and a delayed train. Impatiently waiting for my station I noticed the people sitting across me and couldn’t help but give them a big smile.

There were two kids approximately 5 years old accompanied by their father. Honestly, they were the two cutest kids I’d ever seen, with chubby cheeks, turban tied hair and the amazing smile. They were busy in their own world fighting for the small car, their dad’s mobile phone and nothing in particular. One of them picked up the last cookie from the packet and took a bite when their dad said to him, “You didn’t give it your brother? How can you eat it alone?”

What the boy did next kept me smiling. He halved the cookie and gave it to his brother with no regret on his face. His smile was in fact wider when he added, “If you want you can have the whole cookie. And sorry that I did not asked you before eating it.”

Their father could have bought them a whole new packet, it was sure no big deal but it was the act of kindness that mattered, the teaching of sharing, the act of love involved that mattered.

What we teach our kids is really important these days and he sure is a great dad, and I am pretty sure that these kids will prove to be few of the best people of the next generation. I couldn’t believe 5 years old kids behaving with such maturity while sometimes even older people like us tend to forget our protocols.

They sure made my morning beautiful.

Happy new year

They say you should leave behind all the burdens and sorrows of the past but is it so easy? I mean overnight does so many things change that a new year brings suddenly new news and bright days? I mean isn’t it just a change of numbers from 2016 to 2017? Isn’t a new start when one really changes something in his life?

Anyhow there is no harm in hoping against all odds that the new year if not just the next day might bring fresh flow of laughter and an exceptionally bright future to all of us.

So here’s wishing you all a very bright and prosperous new year.

It might be the last page of 2016 and the first of 2017 but it will be a page from my book of life, and a very important one at that.

My happy place

Ganesh Hegde has his happy dance and Comedy Central is supposed to be ‘Your’ happy place. So this kept me wondering, what is my happy place?

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It was a tiring day and I was huddled against the giant mass of cushions fluffed up giving the comfort that I had been all day long yearning for. I was sipping tea late in the night, watching Pride and Prejudice for the umpteenth time. Apparently even my mother seems to be tired of that movie now.

And then I doze off. My mother had crept into my room switched off the television and put off the lights and I hadn’t even heard a footstep, only she could have done that.

The next thing I knew I was walking in a park, it was almost dusk and drizzling too. The sunlight almost faded in the sky and the hue was mesmerizing with the exiting gleam of sun rays and the rains pouring in. The grass felt smooth against my feet, it was cold and yet so refreshing. The rain droplets were making me shiver but its touch was what could not be overlooked. Oh the smell of the roses and the lilies rejuvenated my nostrils reaching straight for my brains and mind and heart. I instantly feel as if I am in some whole other place where rain is trickling me, the fragrances are playing with me and the wind is blowing just for me. The cool ambiance is what makes me feel as if every single thing that is there is exclusively for me.

I sit down under a vast tree which is shedding me from the rain that now pours profoundly. I lie back against it thinking of my happy place, trying to savor it in my memory for perpetuity.

And the next thing I know is that my duty calls and my alarm shout at me, “WAKE UP, WAKE UP, and WAKE UP it’s time to go to work.”

icon175x175PS: I do not know which calls to be my happy place the beautiful nature bound garden or my long lost sleep which I rarely get these days?

PPS: Why is the sleeping hours always so short? 😀

So bloggers what do you think, what would be your happy place? Do tell me down here.