The diary

There was truly something magical about this antique shop. I walked through the door and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a book, a diary per se. A peculiarly beautiful diary with leather bound hardback consisting of creamy papers yellowed a little by age. A kind of book that must have existed for about twenty…

The girl in the alley

I ran, as fast as my legs could take. Breathing heavily, panting, as hundreds of people went past by. Something felt wrong. There was immediate news of a pandemic and everything went nuts. Shortage of food, groceries, supplies. It felt like the virus was following me, observing my every move, matching my pace, feet to…

Depth

There’s something in it,The depth of those eyes,I know not,the serenity or wisdom,the coveted emotionsflowing in the river of thoughts,the sky hue, the shades of green,or an oceanic drop,I know not.But it is there,a fleeting soul empoweredfrom her past, a glint in the eyea smirk of cleverness,seeping warmthbehind the shyness,but it is there,something in the…

Covet

I lay afloat in the covet of my emotions, basking in the glory of my thoughts,blossoming like a flower nurtured within. (c)boringbug

Stay away from the repulsive forces of the universe

Impractical! Is it not the first word that comes to your mind when you read the title? How can one even avoid the forces of nature or the universe, when we are also a part of it? In part, it stands true. We cannot avoid the existence of the universe, but can we say the…

The art of doing nothing – a sociological perspective

If there is a hill or a tree nearby you, right now, ask yourself this question:  is it doing nothing? Even if it is an inanimate object that is around you, ask yourself, is that doing nothing? I know, it is an absurd observation to make, why think about something that does not move, does…