It was daytime. I was sitting in my room thinking about life. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. I stood up and went towards the door. I opened the door but I saw no one. I came back to my room and again started thinking. A few minutes passed and I again heard […]
A lovely bucolic setting. Farmers are sitting under a giant round figure which is pitching brightness from all sides of the blue texture above. Back then, the sun was not named. There were different names given to it according to the purpose it served. Like people used to call it the ball of
It was a fine sunny morning. The sun stretched its form to pitch more and more light. There was a playground, little kids were playing football. The kids were running here and there scoring goal after goal. Loud cheers were coming from parents who were sitting in the stands. A girl with both
A woman is sitting on the front verandah of her house, trying to disentangle a long thread. She is totally involved in her work. Her face is wrinkled and dull, her eyes will take one to abysmal depths of pain and suffering. There is calmness in her breath. She has finally made peace with
A beautiful soul was walking Or may be flying Souls do not walk I hear There was nowhere to go either No high no low All was it And it was all It lived for years But there was no reference To measure time It was time itself It was love and peace It
