Walking

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Often, while walking along the roads,
some stories come across,
some filled with sadness in the eyes,
some smiling upon the lips,
between the lines on a face,
some hidden in the creases of clothes,
some dozing by the roadside,
and often, between sips of tea—

often, while walking along the roads,
some stories come across.

Some silent souls tied to the leash,
some strutting, wagging their tails,
stories shaping their past into words,
pain and joy finding their own rhythm,
sometimes in the gusts of wind,
sometimes in the rustling of leaves—

often, while walking along the roads,
some stories come across.

Sometimes in the talks of ragpickers,
sometimes in the laughter and banter of parks,
often in words—some sad, some angry,
sometimes in someone’s greetings and blessings,
in the bells of a roadside temple, in the call to prayer from a mosque,
and in the noise of vehicles, or the quick marching steps—

often, while walking along the roads,
some stories come across.

Heart pierced with Rose

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What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?

This is the tattoo i want to be etched on my nape. Left side to be precise.

It is a whole story in a nutshell. A story that makes me cry with pain and joy both at the same time.

The story I never mean to forget. The story itself is not meant to be forgotten. It’s thriving. Alive and ongoing saga.

Nape because…I want them to know I remember. A symbolic representation of events that happened. It’s not for everyone to know but just to feel to know pain can be lived with, joy can be as painful as thorn or a dagger.

Hope you all like the design is loved fir a tattoo. But the irony is, I am scared of piercing needles. So, this is still pending. I am gathering my strength and courage to get it done and once it’s done I will get the tattoo, even if it’s in the last years of my beautiful life.

All

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You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

If I am lucky enough to have that much of time i would use all the means of transport mentioned here along with the cruise. Because my country is  vast with viva landscapes to be seen and varieties of flora and fauna to  the six types of seasons to experience.

I hope to embark on this journey soon—not in one sweep, but in moments—slowly uncovering the many layers of this vastness.

It feels like a dreamscape—snow-clad mountains with some of the rarest roads, and monuments standing at the highest sea levels in the world. From meadows and fields swaying in the breeze, to hillsides covered in vibrant, colorful flowers… waterfalls, lush greenery like God’s own garden, mangroves and tropical landscapes, to serene sea beaches. From white sand deserts to golden dunes… and the quiet beauty of backwaters waiting to be discovered.

Every ten kilometers, culture unfolds in a new shade—through changing flavors, vibrant dances, soulful songs, and traditions that never cease to amaze.

To experience the vastness of my country I really have to use all the means of transports available.

Holi

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Happy holi to all my fellow bloggers. Here we celebrate the festival full of colours with love and and forgiving attitude.

I am sharing my sentiments for quisome time now on holi.

For years, Holi has drifted past in silence,
No colors on my skin, only the dust of unspoken words.
I buried the pain deep within,
Yet it rises, crossing every boundary I set.
I do not know what wrong was ever mine,
But their eyes still hold a quiet accusation.

Favourite Childhood Memory

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Memories just stay with you.
They tag along like life itself.
Punishments of childhood or
school incidents,
all stuck in a memory cell.

The faceless and sometimes
even nameless friend just stays.
What you two did in that moment
becomes a memory unwilling to leave.

A dance program that left a scar
on your soul.
The fear of stage and performance
is real.

Again, a step you learnt somehow
became your favourite song to dance to.
You forget tiny details, but
what stays becomes a favourite childhood memory

Her kindness felt like warm tea in winter.

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In a warm cosy room, she stood near the window by a chair facing the road.
The soft scented breeze played with her hair.
Sipping her tea softly from a white ceramic tea cup with a rose floral pattern she adjusted her specs upon her nose, she said,” Her kindness felt like warm tea in winter.”
“You still miss your grandmother, isn’t it?” Her teenage daughter asked from where she was perched up on the little sofa chair.

“Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.” She took a deep breath and continued “She was my safe haven. That time my days all belonged to my grandmother. And now all I am left with is her photograph.” Saying this she opened the drawer of the desk placed along the wall next to the window and she pulled out a small black-and-white photograph, which was now so faded and foxed with age that it was hard to make out who it was.

“Maa, were you lonely and sad after my great-grandmother was gone?” Her daughter asked coming near her and placed her hand on her mother’s shoulder.
“No. Not lonely or sad but surrounded by complete silence.” She said looking over her shoulder. Again releasing a deep sigh she slowly turned towards her daughter and said, “A silence that started to speak loudly…more audible than people are…the answers to my questions and problems that I can’t find in the chaos.”
Her daughter came closer and lightly hugged her. Placing hands around her and kissing lightly on her forehead.
A light gust of fresh breeze reminded them that Autumn was giving way to winter.
“My silence has always been my great support in facing challenges and absurdities of life. It has always strengthened me. Gave me the sense of security and safety.” She told her daughter remaining in her embrace.
Her daughter’s hands slowly slacked down. She then turned again towards the window and continued, “Since my mother died in my childhood, my grandmother was my pillar of strength. And she taught me that silence is very precious. It’s a great teacher. We should never be afraid of it,  instead, it should be embraced happily… well…there is much to be done for the day so let’s leave the topic for now.”

Serenity outside my window.

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It is a winter morning in January 2026. I am sitting in my study, peeping out of the window. It is 8:15 a.m. The light, golden morning sun falls almost vertically on the half built building opposite mine. Its soft warmth feels inviting, a quiet refuge from the chill carried by the cold waves of winter.

My gaze moves slowly from one building to another and finally settles on a particular corner of the half built one. There, a small pup is sleeping on a piece of rug, curled tightly into himself, tucked neatly within the comforting warmth of the sun. His gentle breathing lifts and lowers his chest in a steady rhythm, as though the entire space around him has learned to breathe the same way. Everything feels serene, unhurried, calm.

Though I am watching him from afar, I can sense his quiet peace, so safe and secure that I fear even my gaze might disturb his sleep. There is a softness on his face, a beauty untouched by worry. It calls to me, stirs an instinct to gather him close, to hold that fragile stillness

Books I like andnthat I Love.

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Which types of books do you like to read? Write a few lines about it.

I like reading anything..literally anything. A scribble on a paper lying on footpath to big enormous books lying in the library shelves.

But I LOVE books that tell me the story of strong love and care and sacrifice and kings and Queens and charters from two different worlds/realms coming together. Books that influence mind and tell us stories from past that are influential to this date.