It’s all a bit complicated….. :)

Gone are the days when people used to write a 1000 word long love letter in order to express their love. I’d like to believe Romeo, the famous lover in William Shakespeare’s romantic play Romeo and Juliet.The son of Montague, the Patriarch of the house of Montague,  must have written somewhere around 10,000 love-letters to Juliet, his beloved and the 13 year old daughter of Capulet, the Patriarch of the house of Capulet. Love used to be a relatively simple affair in those days ( I’d certainly like to believe that loving someone was far less tricky in those days than it is in the 21st century). Continue reading “It’s all a bit complicated….. :)”


Roses and thorns…..

I am back again, with yet another clumsily stitched story of mine. Since morning, I had been roaming around in the parks without companions. I just want to be left alone. I want to be left alone perhaps because I want to put the pieces together. I want to walk through the streets amidst sheer loneliness and silence because I want to hear the sound of my beating heart and that of my hollow footsteps. Continue reading “Roses and thorns…..”

I’ve got a picture; I’ve got an 8×10….

 For the past one week or so, I’ve been trying to click photographs. Ah, I am not at all good at taking pictures. I am perhaps the worst in the business when it comes to clicking photographs. Sometimes, the frame goes horribly wrong. If the frame happens to be rightly set, then the composition goes wrong. And if, in the rarest of cases everything goes right then I don’t know why and how the picture turns out be an extremely substandard one. By substandard, I mean to say a blurred image. Well, Photography is not at all meant for dreamers like me. But I still enjoy clicking random photographs without bothering much about the technical aspects of photography. Continue reading “I’ve got a picture; I’ve got an 8×10….”

Could you hear me?….

Well, I guess I need to be alone. I just want to put the pieces together. I want to ponder over my decisions and words amidst stun silence. I want to walk in the streets without companions. I want no conversations to happen and I just want to look at myself in the mirror, I want to look at my face which has turned red and pink because of shyness. I want to ask myself: “Was I wrong?” and if in case I was wrong, then “where in the world was I wrong?” I want an appropriate answer for all these questions which have been bumping into my mind out of nowhere. Continue reading “Could you hear me?….”

Figments and illusions…..

Well, for the past many days, I have been wasting my time sitting in front of a computer editing useless stories one after the other, day in and day out. I have been trying extremely hard to correct them,to make them absolutely error free. But unfortunately for me, I haven’t been successful in my  attempts perhaps because recurring failures seem to have overpowered me. Failures?, Oh I beg your pardon. Actually, It is not a case of recurring failures that has let me down. When I had a closer look at this trauma, I realized that these failures have occurred largely because of  half-hearted attempts. When I look at myself, I find myself stuck in troubled waters. Continue reading “Figments and illusions…..”