Tranquil Rhythms

 Remember those good, old childhood days?  Remember waiting for Santa Claus on Christmas eve?  And how could we ever forget that excitement of waking up and unwrapping our Christmas gifts ?? This was a childhood ritual for many of us and there's no denying that we absolutely loved this ritual. But it was only at a much later stage that I realized that this custom of waiting for gifts had a much greater significance than what actually met the eye. This realization dawned on me some five years back.....  That was also a Christmas evening, I was on a holiday and I was walking down the beach. Everything was so picturesque, the sun setting at the horizon- a beautiful orange hue. The sky was also rapidly changing color, it turned from a pale blue to a very pretty pink and then it turned into a fiery orange color - A perfect Christmas evening. It was as if the setting sun was kissing the glimmering sea waves. And then soon enough- it was dark everywhere around;  a cool...

  I vividly remember that day, when for the first time I had been called- "outdated" . I was some twelve years old at that time and.... I won't lie - it did feel bad ! There were so many times when, I felt changing myself would make me more acceptable. But, I was quick enough to realize that if I would change myself ; I would also lose my originality and in doing so, I'll also lose the essence of my personality. And, more so, even if I did change myself; they would still call me names - today they were calling me old school, tomorrow they'll call me something else.   How many times would I change myself just because Someone thinks that I'm Something ?? With so many years down the lane ; And so many times of being called the same names.... If someone feels that I'm boring and back dated'  just because I don't indulge in what's considered "Cool" & "Trending", then, I'm Happy being that way. And... Vintage is something ...

They sat beside each other, underneath a pretty spring sky, their fingers intertwined. " Love it is ", he claimed in a voice that reflected confidence. Her soft, black eyes glimmered and therein shone a dream- of a beautiful future ahead. There was nothing but Love in her heart; and her mind couldn't fathom even one-tenth of a second without having him by her side. All she wished for was to hold on to him, for now and for the eternity to come ..... But Did his heart wish to hold on to her ? His eyes- the color of hazelnut and his soft, brown hair... There was a charm about him, no doubt. But Did the shimmer in his eyes resonate the promise of that beautiful future ? Was it indeed Love ?? ... A difficult question that is ... They say, "All good things come to an end" and so did this..... Her heart shattered into a million pieces, her knees froze. She couldn't move and even though; her heart wanted to blurt out a million words, she could only manage to let h...

  Hello everyone!!  I'm so happy you're on my blog and you've chose to read this. Well, even though I don't mean to bore any of you, this is going to be a little long, because this is about something that holds a very special place in my heart, it is something that has taught me some very valuable lessons in my life. This is about my journey as a 12th grader. I'm sure most of you who have been through this phase of class 12, will agree that class 11 in itself brings along a lot of pressure alongside stress and anxiety. Many of us are preparing for boards and competitive exams like JEE, NEET, CLAT and other university specific examinations. However, despite all the pressure, there's a small consolation that we still have class 12 to look forward to (which means some additional time to level-up our preparation and mend our flaws) but with class 12 even that consolation is lost.  Even though I was pretty much serious about my studies in class 11, the beginning of c...

 Humans- a difficult bunch to deal with, because most have a mask over their real personality. Some are hard on the exterior but extremely soft within; and others are soft and lovable without But are conquered by darkness within. It is this lot of humans that challenges us with the greatest difficulties. On some days, you would be the cherry on their cupcake and...... On others; you would regret having met them. On some days, you would struggle to hold them together while they may want to break apart and.... On others; you would want to run free from them, even if they want to hold you back. It is not the darkness within them that hurts them the most But; they can't help but shatter into a million pieces When....... they see a light that burns bright within others. No, they aren't hurt to see you walking on a bed of thorns.... but it does Hurt Them ; when- " Even after walking on thorns, you retain the courage to come out on the other end and still Grow Roses- Not just fo...