The soul of Cambridge

Every city has a soul. This is a belief that I have held for a long time. Some believe that the soul of a city resides in its people, while some folklores consider it as a manifestation of an urban ego. An ego that has developed over millions of memories and events while transpiring against…

Some words are better kept secret

There are some words inside of me, folded in a corner, unknown to others. Keen observation and perception seeing through the gauge of confidence as I see you passing by through the waves of my memories. It isn’t easy, is it? To keep the words to yourself, the joys of emotions and success, the claustrophobic…

The Aging Tree

With the passage of time, one observes the change in nature. A tree, which once pierced zenith, reaches the brim of extinction upon the arrival of a storm. The magnanimous effects of aging. Brazen, it’s grazed by the memories of its youth. The memories of might, whence it was indomitable. An era of victory over nature….

I Am Lost In Thoughts

I am lost in the thoughts of existentialism. Clobbering myself with the sense of purpose, achievement, failure(s), and identity. Probably that’s what traveling does to you. A self embibed search, understanding how things transpire, and how we may grow beyond. Yet, when being reminded of the destinations I have been to, and which I aim…

The Unfamiliar Touch

Teary eyed, sensing a warm rush from her stomach approaching her head, she looked up and groaned, ‘I don’t want to wear those torn shoes to school tomorrow.’ ‘Don’t go to school then. I don’t have time for all these tantrums.’ She rushed to the adjacent room and cried. Anger was unacceptable in her house….

Confessions of a reluctant blogger

As I sit in a cafeteria and mesmerize at my newly developed love for French Press, I cannot help but ponder over a youngster’s plea seeking his way towards the world of blogging…