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
the crowded roads and the running humans the street dogs barking and the unnecessary fighting nothing escapes from my view the silent gossip and the noisy traffic the birds chirping and the winds rustling I hear everything the woebegone reality passes through me every day But I don\’t say anything I maintain my calm
