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Ho boy…I Feel Like the Grinch Already

When I was young (or is it, younger), the festive season was just that…festive. There was so much to look forward to. We had good food (and in most of our families, there was special food reserved for special occasions). 937 more words

In Defense of Loneliness

We’re currently living through the #solotraveller trend. People today, especially millennials, are choosing more and more frequently to make travel a priority no matter what. The issues and benefits of this phenomena are often spoken about on a socio-economic level but rarely do we speak about one personal consequence of this priority-making. 903 more words

Adventure Travel

A new love. An old feeling.

She was a breath of fresh air, like swallowing the first winter cold, stinging my every nerve. To look into her eyes was to look into a deep abyss, staring into the unknown but confident that there was extraordinary life beneath. 154 more words


When Stars Are in the Quiet Skies

When Stars Are in the Quiet Skies
– Edward Bulwer-Lytton –

When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
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ओझल नज़रे !!

तो क्या जो अब जुबान हर
शब्द पर लड़खड़ाया करती है
मेरे सफ़ेद बाल
मेरी उम्र बयां करती है

तो क्या ये आंसू पोछने वाले
हाथ हर वक़्त कांपते है
थोड़ा भी चल लेने पर
मेरे फेफड़े हाँफते है

फिर भी ओझल नज़रो से
तेरा चेहरा साफ़ दिखाई देता है
पापा तुम सठिया गए
ऐसा हमारा बेटा कहता है

कहता मेरी हरकतों से
उसका परिवार बेहाल हो गया है
झूठ बोलता है की तुझे दुनिया से
गए हुए कई साल हो गया है

अभी सुबह नाश्ते पे तो तुम
मेरे साथ ही बैठी थी
मुझे अकेला नहीं छोड़ोगी
ऐसा दिनों रात कहती थी

अपना दर्द मैं किसी से
कह नहीं पता हूँ
दो बातें किसी से करने को
दिन रात तरस जाता हूँ

मुझे भी हमेशा के लिए
सुला दो ना
खुद आ जाओ या फिर
मुझे वहां बुला लो ना


Expansion - the start

“From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a box already built for us to fit inside.  Our umbilical cord never seems to be severed; we only find new needs to fill.  1,117 more words


Here I am telling myself that I won’t do this again, I won’t sit here and write these words again. I won’t find myself speechless. But there’s something about the way you turn my words around and around in your head, the way you try to imagine the things I talk about, the way you try to breathe life into it all that makes me want to tell you more. 251 more words