“I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.”
April starts from tomorrow. There are changes everywhere. There are bright cherry blossoms, flowery fields, pollen, dust, sunny afternoons, colder evenings and allergies. I have a love-hate relationship with changes. But right now, there is going to be a small change here on my blog. I am going to write everyday for the rest of the month for A to Z challenge. Continue reading “Two Worlds Within A to Z”
Outside, I found this plant much alive, with two buds and many new leaves. February, here we’re meeting again.
Continue reading “Hello February!”
It happens. There are things we remember exactly when we are not supposed to remember them- no matter how carefully we guard them all the time, no matter what precautions we take, no matter how many mothballs we hide in each layer of our anecdotes to preserve them. There will be a thin light through the cracks of the mind, or that’s what I heard. There will always be a memory enveloped in a beaming present. Continue reading “Petrichor…”
“Yeah. My nostalgia is so extreme that I am capable of missing a swing my butt never actually touched.”
“Nostalgia is a side effect of cancer,” I told him.
“Nah, nostalgia is a side effect of dying,” he answered. Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. “It is a good life, Hazel Grace.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Continue reading “Up In The Clouds..”
Human nature will not flourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into unaccustomed earth”
Continue reading “From Unaccustomed Earth”
“One day all of a sudden we all have to go. We go to make space for good things, better human beings. But that does not mean life will stop for you. Remember work is life, dream is life, not stopping ever is life. We’ll be alive in your thoughts and stories,” my grandmother told me. I remember, I didn’t understand anything, except the part “One day, we all have to go,” which made me cry. I was in my pre-teen years and my grandparents were the grandest part of my life then. Continue reading “One Day, All Of A Sudden”
We all have a favorite place: a place to go back, a place to cry an ocean, a place to sit and ponder, a place to have the regular milky tea, a place to wander. For some of us that place is somewhere near Mom’s kitchen, in anticipation of a lovely childhood that comes back each time we go home. For some of us, it’s that corner of nostalgia that every camera and every piece of paper forgot to capture. For some of us, it’s that beach where we walk miles even with an injured leg and a cured heart. For some of us, it’s that regular shop where we discuss family matters for the past 40 years and enjoy fleeting nirvana. Continue reading “That Favorite Spot”
I never feared change. Not then when the health department sent dad to different locations and I checked into different neighborhoods and schools in every two years. Not now when I feel kind of out of place in a strange generation of a better world.
“Happens to all 80’s kids” I was told. Continue reading “Change”
Her clock is uncanny.
It does not stop after finding time-stamps on all eternal promises, and on animated blemishes caused by dead wounds. Continue reading “Timely Dilemma”
It happened when we were in high school. It was 14th February and all my six friends joined our family for a Valentine’s Day dinner. Yes, people. Continue reading “To Find Love..”