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The Present: A short animated film

The Act of Staring.

Lying down on the floor staring at the ceiling somehow brings a lot more peace a lot more healing; The paint is white all the way up all the way down how simple strokes of a thick brown brush  can put one in amaze and allow to let down?! For a moment, it feels as if I am floating away far away in dreams to never meet realities with all those clicks and all those rides the act of staring has so caught me off the limelight; Letting the battle take place at its usual pace  but I know it's a win even if I don't pick my ace but here is 'nother strike for the frowning you, Win or lose, is 'bout the perspective that gets you fairly screwed; Runaway Train, however, sometimes, gives the beautiful idea of a soul in drowns how the sadness hovers to- and every night as you glance over the ceiling nicely painted white; Back to the act of staring, eh! the act of floating, tells you a thing about being a humanlike or something doesn't matter how much or how far you float away th…

The Wine of Loneliness.

As she reeked of the awful smell of loneliness head spinning body shaking with no control over self she sat on her knees and prayed to a lamp post 'Turn me into a bird or something invisible, alright? Then I may not drink so much of it, it's my plight.' Lamp post smiled, shook as a breeze kissed by now bent by an inch, he whispered over her lips, 'Go, take your wine and other belongings for we may not have again this talk of longing; now that you have drugged yourself fairly well, well, well! this is not what one can call a desirable end.' She got up with a hiccup, hair messy but silky ran to the abode, to grab toothbrush, soap, lipstick, she paused abruptly at the last item to smirk, for it would be a wonder to have make up for a spoiled jerk; 'Never mind!', she shouted and locked the thin house sprinted as if life was on a bet for a magnificent prize; Reaching the spot where she had her first kiss, her first lover the first prayer, the very first convers…

Father's Day and everyday.

Today is Father's Day. Personally speaking, expressing love specifically on such days to our loved ones now has started to feel a little awkward; I mean to say that why all of a sudden our love starts pouring up to the rim in the morning and boils down by the time ticks off at night? I can be fired with many strategies of perfectly simmered retaliation techniques but no. I. Will. Not. Bother. By. Any. Of. Them. Because I feel everyday is the same - filled with love and support for our loved ones, whether we celebrate the occasion or not.

So the bottom line is, I haven't wished my father yet. And this makes 2016 the first and an exceptional year when I had done this. Every year be it his birthday or anniversary and in this case, Father's Day, I have always obliged dutifully paying my role as a loving daughter. And I don't think by doing otherwise this year makes me a less of a doting one either. It's just a matter of perspective and I am not gonna argue or even dis…

The Baby Forever.

Elbowing each other together on the mat under the translucent sheath of night the moon looked well lit, while stars shone a li'l more bright; and when they turn to cite each other in those eyes, across soft smiles tryin' to discover depth in them but there rested a li'l blue surprise when the baby Forever was set alight!

Enjoy reading, if not writing.

Reading is a good exercise only if you hang out with good authors, isn't it? (Well, that's my quote)

If you are passionate about reading, it is essential to have a list of 'favorites'. It is mostly helpful when you are on the road or engaged vividly into some family occasion or all caught up with a bad health. You simply have to pick your favorite author without having to face much of a trouble and off you go to one of the awesomest journeys only to be back with better mood and feeling much loved.

Such is the case with me. With Cecelia Ahern, you can expect a total magic! Pick any of her pens, you are certain to find some sorts of magic scribbled in there. She amazes me with her creativity and passion to deliver something unique and refreshing each time. My first read was The Year I Met You and I was so damn right caught by the very first page itself. I never knew doing nothing could also be a very engaging plot. Next was, Now You See Me followed by the latest, F…


Like the horizon is a mirage yet the earth and the sky scale themselves and jog to infinite; the same way are some aromas you run you duck you scale yourself  but at the end, it can't be conquered, for it wasn't meant for you! for it wasn't built for you!

That first step - Shivani's Canvas.

Logic will take you from A to B but imagination will take you everywhere.
- Einstein
And so do you and I believe.

They say talent stays and grows regardless of the age, gender, religion etc. She was good in academics. She won several Gold Medals, numerous certificates, and outstanding accolades enough to fill a considerably large showcase. She has always been in good books of the teachers as well as friends. People love her and so do I.

I am talking about my younger sister who is now trying her naive hands on sketching, painting and similar stuff but once you look at her creations. the naivety of her hands, I am sure, will surely amaze you...will make you think how a simple seed of interest has grown magnificently at such big level. Her name is Shivani and I am very delighted to share that she has started her presence on Facebook by the name of - Shivani's Canvas. Isn't that a lovely name?! Also, she has not learned how to draw and sketch from any institute. She do…

I too prefer the same.

The Walk.

Today I will do it! I shushed to myself But got stuck in work; Today I will do it! I consoled myself But could not make it work; Today I will do it! I shouted at myself But something came up first; Writing, cleaning, doing chores, folding cloths, serving more Could not resist and finally wordlessly, mercilessly I went down and  had The Walk! The Walk that waited for me I did it at last, freely! Along The Walk found  two little cute puppies swaying, dancing puppies gave me a heartfelt smile And then there was this song from a brilliant singer  blaring on my ear phone the heartfelt smile turned soulful  and I enjoyed The Walk  As if it were my last.

Clash of Clans spreading love within a family.

I never knew Clash of Clans could provoke spirituality as well as a healthy chat in a family. I realized just half an hour ago.

My kid (a die hard fan of the game) has created a clan and was highly disappointed when yesterday his friends opted to leave it. Well, everyone has their own reasons. Being the leader, he got worried and talked to me about it. I said (yesterday):

'It's alright, son. If you are the leader, you have got to face ups and downs. That's the way life is." He flinched, still unconvinced but agreed.

Now today, after coming back from school, he said: 'I am thinking to leave my own clan as well.'
It means the leader abandoning his own troop and army. I consoled the poor li'l soul:

'Only if you are a weak leader. Strong leaders do not give up so easily and keep fighting. If you leave, you may loose your self-respect.'

He: 'But there is no use of my clan now. None of my folks are there (except two) and also we are losing wa…

Life is fragile. Handle with prayer.

This evening I went to see a few of my neighbors. One has got bruised leg, all plastered up nicely while with the other, it was particularly for a simple chat. I have just returned from my native seeing off my ill father (who is fine now by the way and all set up for his busy extremely-active schedule once again.) and still diving back and forth in memories. Moving on with life in Bangalore, I stepped out finally. The state of the former neighbor filled me with compassion. I wished her to get well soon. While talking to the latter one, we started discussing the unfortunate event happened with someone we both know very closely. A good friend of ours lost her husband recently on the note of heart attack. (I was at my native when I had received the news. I was all shocked and speechless. Just a few days ago I had met the husband and he was doing all fine.) During the chat, both of us ladies expressed our compassion and grief immensely. It was then when I found out the husband’s death wa…

Stay for a little more while.

It takes bit of a time to settle down after all that chaos, after all those loves and cares; Now that the kid is at school hubby in office  and I on my sofa, I stare at the screen to think to create bubbles of thoughts mold dusty beliefs into something new  to think of shaking the world by my writings one day; but even the deepest part of you knows - that I am no good writer, only a someone trying to improve struggling to fight with the block and caring enough to grow and to go to the place I desire to be, at the peak I wish to be; When you think you have seen it all, think again! For each day is a new page of a strange book with an interesting plot and countless emotions to look Stay! Stay for a little more while and one day, this all will be over; Everything will be done and so will you Till then, keep reading, writing or whatever interests you Till then, keep smiling even if there is no one with you.