Rain. Football. Wet legs, wetter grass. Dirty shoes. Hot tea. Don’t go home. Get wet. Complete package.
It’s not the stature that always counts. It’s the attempt to touch the sky that evokes a cacophony of myriad ruptures. Like, fugitives in search of salvation. Like, mortals reaching out to immortals. I like the canvas, what urges brilliance is the modus operandi.
our energy is the derivative of human passion. Passion comes in from the inadvertent urge to excel and accomplish fine deeds. All but consumed by the wrath of the Sun, the wait isn’t over till the rays get over you and you start surviving by the skin of your life. melts, sweats, pours. watery andContinue reading “gorgeous biting heat”
Earthquakes, quintessentially, creates panic and deprive people of using their common sense. I am consciously avoiding the technicalities here as having the knowledge of how earthquakes happen and the art of surviving when one hits us seldom go hand in hand. I am of the opinion that we must showcase real gut and presence ofContinue reading “when earth quakes”