Happiness

Happiness

What makes you happy?

Make memories of things that you do for yourself, things you do for yourself to make you feel happy. Life doesn't have to be so complicated so do what you can do to jump to the next level. There are no levels that others define, but levels you set to make yourself your competitor in the pursuit of being happy in life. Happiness isn't far-fetched or overrated but short-lived. So make it worth the while. Cheers
Ocean of Freedom

Ocean of Freedom

Where do you belong?

She stared at the ocean, and the ocean looked back at her, Every evening, she came and watched the sun go down, How uncountable flocks of birds flighted their way home against the orange skies, How the waves tirelessly kissed her feet and went back again and again, She loved how salty the air tasted, And she loved how goofed up her hair would be, Every time the wind hugged her tight. How the view pleased her eyes, from the continuous electronic glare of her screen, How refreshing the waves felt against her skin, How beautiful it was to connect...
Flying, my other dream

Flying, my other dream

Today, I fly in airplanes but I can’t fly one

When I was little, there used to be a commercial where a little girl used to chase airplanes with her father and grows up to be a pilot. And then there was Kalpana Chawla who was taking Indian women into space. When I saw them, I wanted to be them. Badly. I followed many women aviators. I wanted to study like they did and study enough so that I could reach where they were. I decided that this was it. I wanted to become a pilot whatever it takes. School happened and jee happened. Back in my time, we had...
Time Travel

Time Travel

Read, comment and let me know

Let's admit it. Time travel immediately brings back the image of some high end multidimensional time machine which can travel back and forth in time. We keep buying the stories that the entertainment industry keeps feeding us. Time travel in generic sense, is all but a fantasy. But it doesn't have to be like that. Time changes people, time makes things happen. Time teaches and time moves on. Time brings perspectives. I believe every person you meet or anything you see around you is a time machine. Every single person has a perspective of their own and each of them...
Dear Love

Dear Love

An open letter to love in my life

This is an open letter. I am taking this chance to clear up my notions about loving someone and being loved by someone. I want to be loved in a way that makes me love myself more. I want to be loved in a way that celebrates me the way I am. I want to be loved in a way as if I was some festival that I could make so many people happy with my presence. (If you take pictures, make me feel beautiful. :D) Same goes for you. If I tell you I love you, you should know...
Big cities, Fast culture

Big cities, Fast culture

India is a beautiful celebration of its cultural shock.

In India of the recent ages, people are on the move for employment, for better quality of life. There are usual problems of how the migrants need to strive hard for survival in the competition and literally in life. Other than money, food and other basic amenities, have you ever pondered the cultural shock one faces? India is a beautiful celebration of its cultural shock.There's communal tension almost in everything and about everything, but it's just that some choose to endorse it or some ignore it and instead work for a living. But what can be done about it. Only...
Moon, the other woman in my life

Moon, the other woman in my life

Did she know she could never see it’s other side?

She didn't know what she sought in the woods, She didn't know what drew her to the moon, Did she know she could never see it's other side? Did she know what the woods hide? She didn't know what bothered her Her ignorance towards real dangers in life, Or, that she had never seen her fear materialize Only she knew and only she could decide.
Charminar, my Prince

Charminar, my Prince

Charminar is not Charminar without the constant bickering of its people.

To me, Charminar is not Charminar without the constant bickering of its people who want to make their life a full circle. Shops and hawker stalls strewn across the street and electrical wires hanging loosely, one could call this a "hot mess". However, the reality is THIS stays. It doesn't go away. It is happening. It throbs with life. The Charminar is thei testimony to all those dreams that thrive on it, over generations. The Charminar may not belong to our age and must have been waay better off in the era to which it belongs, but it has accepted...
The Runaway Bride

The Runaway Bride

She had everything, so why did she run away?

She loved him, she wanted him, but why did she runaway? They accepted the way she was, then why did she runaway? Did she run away from him? Did she run away from the responsibilities the society exacted from her? Probably she may not have run away to quit after all. Maybe she was chasing her demons in the dark, Maybe she was running away from life altogether, Or maybe, she ran away to find herself, before it was too late.
When faith said let there be light

When faith said let there be light

Faith is the routine of the universe.

Faith is indeed very powerful. I like to believe faith is what keeps you going on. Faith is the ultimate elixir of life. Little do we notice, but we automatically take a disliking to something or somebody who have disturbed our little personal school of faith. So is this with animals and every form of life on earth too. Faith is the routine of the universe. From faith, comes harmony. When there's harmony, there's clarity. When there's clarity, there's peace. Out of all universal languages and emotions, faith is the strongest of all. Religions exist in the world merely because...
The Sun Dancer of Rajasthan

The Sun Dancer of Rajasthan

She keeps on moving her feet, hiding her beautiful yet unrecognisable face from the glaring sun, with the veil studded with mirrors which shone like thousand stars

Her arms laden with shell bangles and her face and the rest of the body bedecked with jewels, She keeps on moving her feet, hiding her beautiful yet unrecognizable face from the glaring sun, with the veil studded with mirrors which shone like thousand stars, When her feet move, her soul moves around the images of her children waiting for her at door, When her arms move, her anger courses through her slender body, why was she never enough for her pimp of a husband, When she twirls around, she looks at the crowd watching her, and watches her skirt...
ROOOADS

ROOOADS

There’s something about road trips.

There's something about road trips. In the beginning, you can't wait to embark on the journey and then sometime in the middle, all you wish is to stop, because the road feels never-ending and that kills you. But then that's life for you. Things like new love, new city, new people, and the journey to find them and to know them, can make you drop through valleys of disappointment and sail through oceans of hopeless love. After all isn't that what we live for? Here's a beautiful picture of a sunrise I was able to take home, when I had...