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from deep inside,
Teasing my senses
Squeezing my heart so tight,
With yearnings soaring high
The voice is down,
In this head of mine
Weird thoughts why roam?
The silent war is on
With the unseen, the unknown,
No chance of win
Of losing too
I am quite a fighter
And wish so to carry on,
For the sake of game
the life itself,
I am moving on…
Yes…I am moving on. 😊
The Sun shone after a while in Solan, and the soul of us wanderers once again wiggled for something new.☺
Though rains have changed the picture around altogether, the itch to touch new soil never leaves. So, there we were, on an instant yet longer-than-normal drive to Kasauli, a historically significant town, and a Writers’paradise which has its roots in the British era. Now, this is an army cantonment which explains its maintenance very close to the original.
The journey to Kasauli is interesting in itself as you find yourself moving amid the pine forest much of which is easy on eyes.I said much cause now here, the tourism industry is catching speed, and countless hotels, big and small, are making themselves be noticed, intrupting your ecstacy. Anyways, place to stay is a must especially if someone is heading to woods. So how can we blame the entrepreneurs and businessmen; they are actually making things comfortable to public.
We started off with a clearer sky, and by the time we knocked Kasauli, the town was bathing jubuliantly in heavy showers. The enchating fog on-the-way gave clear indications of such possible welcome. No problem.We were ready to be drenched and to be blown away in the cold mountain wind. 😉😉
So we got our umbrells out and put our feet on the place already buzzing with countless adventure hungry creatures.The town is in no hurry, and it’s a museum in itself. You can find villas dating back to 1800s. The entrances to which, are mysterious as well as tempting; you have this strong urge to tresspass, but the armymen positioned at regular interval make such endeavours only impossible!
You mostly see things from a distance, like you are moving through a Zoo, and there are points marked for the possible glance of THE animal (here, gorgeous houses and buildings)!
The ambiance is enthralling enough for commoners. So yeah, It was an awesome experience, but what made it more special was our arrival to The Retreat Ceremony, dot on time.
The pomp and show was less when compared to Wagha Border but it was just apt…the waving Indian Flag, the tunes of bagpipes, the beats of drums, and the Parade done by well dressed armymen, was enough to give us goose bumps. The music…it really has something in it; you are spellbound, totally.
Later, the tourists captured the men in uniform, and turned them into celebrities (which they are, in actuality). Shaking hands, and posing for pictures with them. Initially, they were bit shy but gradually got accustomed. We too tried our luck and voila, we got clicked…with the real… not reel heroes, and it felt good.
People waved bye to the day at Sunset Point, and we too left the place with amazement, and memories… that’ll stay…at least for some time😉.
Happy Independence Day India.
Bravo…You achieved freedom from overambitious human minds!
But what about conquering the suffocating evils within?
that still remains to be achieved.
One thing which never fails to delight and motivate me, ever,
…in all its hues, and all its moods.
Blue… Absorbing all my blues and reflecting only joy;
Gray…Asking to pause the mad rat race, and sit in peace… with myself and the world;
White…signaling the high time, and the possibility of progress again;
Black…thinking of others first, and loosing own identity by becoming the canvas for gorgeous twinklers;
Golden…bringing a new dawn, announcing a new beginning just incase yesterday wasn’t good enough.
Red… indicating that even an ordinary journey can have an extraordinary climax.
O… I’m in love with all shades of you,
Change whenever you want them to,
I just wonder which one is the best,
Is it red or black or blue???
One more moment,
Of incompetent behaviour;
And there goes a ‘wish’
For one aide, one Saviour.
Her life alone,
Is good to be exact,
But life together,
Was more like perfect.
Those moments of love,
Were simply priceless;
The lack of struggles though,
Would have made life spiceless.
She is missing your presence,
And hopes that you do know,
And she also wants back,
All that crazy show.
She knows the news is,
Just around the corner;
Till then its just her,
And the patience dear.
No matter how much the troubles she deny,
Be an actor like,
Everything is fine;
Green, and flowery, as it may seem,
Underneath it’s pretty thorny,
like those sharp needles of pine.
Probably the magic she’s waiting,
Will happen in a way too subtle;
And it is in her sweet destiny,
Say signs from the ball of crystal.
And the blindfold loosens;
No more lack of clarity,
No more blurred visions.
Though alone right now,
But minus any dread;
She’ll stand up tall,
With that mighty feather spread.
To take a flight,
And Go miles in air;
Not forgetting to leave,
Her prints for others out there.
Fly till she reaches the horizon golden;
And Shine…one more time,
Before the Sun,
Finally decides to go down.
GLOWINGAL Aka SNOW dozed off while watching her favourite cartoon show; she must be tired of all day work and play!😴😴
For a second, the exhausted mom also thought of a quick nap but she left the idea, and looked for the school bag instead.
Left over food! Whole lot of homework! When would she do it ?😯😯
Letting her sleep for some time, mommy rushed to the kitchen to do the due, and proudly announced ‘its dinner time’ to… apparently no one; Princess was happy in her dreamland. ‘Eat alone’ was the only option!🙇🙇🙇
Baffled Mum indulged herself in TV. Finally, at 11 pm the hunger pangs in tiny tummy pleaded for a refill. Mom happily put grains in a sleepy mouth spoon by spoon. The tum got full and the monster was awakened. 👻👻👻
Mother needed to rest; tomorrow again it’s a working day. She put off light with thousand questions from the tiny tot and countless worries in her mind…😱😱😱
The home work! 😵😵
We have to get up early.
The uniform! Is it tidy enough to be worn one more day?
What am I gonna give her in her tiffin?
I should have washed the other uniform as well?
Have I bolted all doors? The lights, the gas?
Have I paid all the bills?
Oh I didn’t prepare for tomorrow’s lecture!
What am I going to wear tomorrow? Which bag? Which shoes?
I hope the maid comes on time!
And in the mean time she sleeps…
Only to wake up with a jerk.
What time is it? Oh time to leave this coziness. Looking at the clock, Is there any harm in snoozing for five minutes?
Wake up…wake up mommy! An inner voice says, and there she was…running a daily sprint.
Rush…run…catch the van…run… get ready…rush…run…run….
No time to rest mommy!🏃🏃
I just read an interesting news…
The Chinese youth are finding western astrology more accurate as compared to their age old native fortune telling technique, and amusing enough, they are using Zodiac signs as one of the tools for hiring purpose. 😬😬😬
Not bad…haan…at least for me, in case I plan to migrate there!😉😉
I am a Virgo, and, is there need to tell that Virgo like it ‘PERFECT’ all the way. So my future is like really bright in China. Why would someone take the risk to loose a PERFECTIONIST???? 🤓🤓🤓
I know…I know…lots of Virgo on Earth! Do not loose hope and by the way, you are already one competitor down here… cause I am not in a mood to leave my present niche, at least for now. 😁😁😁
Go, use yours stars and make a fortune y’all. 👦👩
Right now, it’s raining outside. Without any question, I love rains…the sound of it…Oh it’s just marvellous!
But it’s not just water that these rains bring; there are some undesired guests who accompany it and make appearances almost everywhere! They don’t let you sit and enjoy the moment.I don’t hate’em, but surely, I don’t like’em either.
Forgive me, but I don’t like these slimy things wriggling anywhere and everywhere. And at times they even make their way to crawl on your body…that feeling….eww!!!!
The zoologist in me sometimes shakes me, ‘hello! These are just helpless tiny sluggishly struggling molluscans with no wisdom like humans. Leave them alone!‘
And I am like,’I would love to but seems they love my company more! ‘
Today morning I stepped outside in a hurry as it started raining all of a sudden, and I paused for a moment cause I heard a sound “carrrrrrack”, and I was like holy shit! It can’t be this!
But unfortunately it was. I feel bad for the snail but what would I do?
It got partially injured.I didn’t have the heart to give it first aid.So I left it on God’s mercy, only to discover this later on…
What on earth is this?
Do snails too show social behaviour?
I never read that!
Are they tending the injured or is it some illustration of canibalism!!!
I don’t know and I’ll have to wait to see that!🤔🤔🤔
Yes, As a woman, I feel scared of this society of which I am the significant half.
I am aware of the fact that I am the mother of this society, still, I am not sure if my existence has any value anymore! Humanity has lost its meaning and it’s shocking how the ‘other-half’ of the society is desperate to erase the difference between a man and a beast.
A man who is also a protective father, a caring brother, a loving son, a dependable partner, and a faithfull friend, it is strange but true that it is a man only who is responsible for the harming women like no one.
I see faces…of man, many innocent, handsome, curious, confused and some tired too, and I dare to search for the devil somewhere quiescent underneath these very worldly faces. I admit I am full of doubts about the genuineness of all the faces as if they seem to have worn some kind of masks…to deceive the world… during the day or at respective homes or in workplaces. As soon as there is an opportunity or the cover of darkness, I wonder how many faces succeed in keeping these masks on, and how many unmask the real monster face!
Whenever I go somewhere, it’s my first priority to finish the task before dark so that I come back home… safe. Reason, I know staying out late is an invitation for trouble, and who knows, it might cost me something as precious as my life also! So better be safe than sorry!
When I sit in an auto-rickshaw, I tend to scan each and every face getting on and off, on the way. I subconciously yet constantly monitor the driver in the mirror. Does he look decent? What does his eyes say? Is he familiar to any of the passengers? My mind is busy in all sort of thoughts (obviously negative ones).
I double check before sitting, for its difficult to trust humanity, (read ‘Man’ity). More than one man in there makes me skeptical. What if they forced me to an obscure place? What would I do? How am I gonna save myself? My entire focus is am I in the right place or not?
Most of energy goes in thinking, thinking and… thinking. I AM ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT MY SAFETY….I am not safe as a kid, I am not safe as a girl, I am not safe as a woman…and worse, I am not safe even in the dusk of my life!
Is being a woman, a boon or a bane? Am I not needed on this earth? Or Am I needed just to be used (misused) like an object?
I too am a human, a full fledged living being. I have all my senses working. I get scared; I feel pain. My life is equally important as that of any man.
Then Why is it so hard for a man to consider me a human?
(This post is the reaction to the incident of gangrape of a school girl in my state. Word rape has become so common that people take it just as another news and move on. Has anyone ever thought that what kind of impression is it putting on the mind of women folk? How is it affecting their psyche? Well, if such crimes continue to occur, the time is not far when, instead of rejoicing, a woman would feel ashamed to be a mother and sorrowful on the birth of a boy!)
You say People are so complex to understand.
It’s hard to differentiate noble from fake!
Innocent smile from a pretentious one!
Gentle wording from a sweet dagger!
And a quiet mind from the conspiring one!
My words-If you can’t differentiate, either try to learn or just sit back. Life will teach you itself. Wait for your turn !
If you can diffentiate all, what’s the confusion all about? What this noise over complexity?
You either know someone or you don’t. Take them as they are. It’s as simple as that…period.