Our dreams once upon a time kindled our spirit. The very thought of making them come true made our eyes sparkle. Weren't those days lovely? Wouldn't you like to live them again? Why do the dreams of our childhood days get sidetracked as we age? Is there a way to live them again? Listen to your heart.
I want to hold a pencil too…
I wish I had a magic wand to paint a brighter picture. While I enjoy the privilege of good education and a decent job, there are millions in my country who face adverse situations...
More sunlight, more candor…
A sneeze is enough to set most of us worrying about our physical health. Visits to the doctor is a mandate for every small physical ailment, which possibly can be healed even with home remedies. But, we prefer to not take a chance. Every home keeps a box of medicine handy for all kinds of... Continue Reading →
P for Papa!
From the shoulders of our dads we watch the world as a toddler. In our oysters, papa's paint a happy picture. As time goes by, we begin to sail an independent life with him as our guiding light. In this post I look back at some of the special memories that my dad and me have shared together.
From The Dawn Of Childhood To The Dusk Of Survival
A crib to lie peacefully in when we were born, a hand to hold when we would fall, fancy dresses and celebrations on our birthdays are some wonderful moments we fondly often remember. The joyous trip to zoological gardens and merry picnics of December furthermore defines the childhood many of us have known. Some of... Continue Reading →
Why do we all exist?
They say 'People around you influence You.' What is Individuality then? Is not every individual born with a sense of specific reason to exist? The purpose is sometimes revealed with deeper meditation or by a simple comment of a family member or a relative which tells you about your your purpose of being. Like the... Continue Reading →
What would it be like to have a home in a war-torn city? How far is hell really from us? Is our home as safe as we think it is? We know not what stands outside the locked door.
That Ball of Fur
I once had a pet for a few months. In this blog, I talk about our experiences with the pet.
Makers of Incredible Music
Once upon a time, I used to spend hours listening to Linkin Park and ColdPlay. Music was once a constant companion. This blog talks about the bond that I shared with the compositions by these bands.