A rare occasion, when a thought from the back of my mind, spins into a petite poem.
At one time, I was a crazy little bookworm. Now, with the number of books I have read over the past year, I think I should just call myself a plain old book lover. I read, but not as much as I would like to. Back in the day, books and I were inseparable. Ask Mamma, she’ll tell you…
Just two days ago, on November 24, I was waiting for my train to arrive at Mahim station. It must’ve been around 8 pm. A lady sitting next to me had a bag at her feet. The train pulled in to the platform and she got in, while I decided to wait for the next train to arrive, as this one was really crowded. A minute later I realized that the bag which I thought to have been hers, was still sitting there.
If you are a Mumbaikar and a foodie, you will incomplete unless you visit Mohammad Ali Road at least once during Ramzan. And no, you don’t have to be meat lover, having a sweet tooth works just fine.
That night, the rain made me uncomfortable. Something was different, especially because I love rainy days. Uneasiness crept in and I wondered why. Has this ever happened to you?
Each individual leaf spins on its own, while the leaves of other trees only rustle. Ever noticed?
Peepal leaves look like a chaos of pinwheels. Especially in the winters where the deep green turns blushing pink. Come wind, whirl they go.
Has our life become so fast-paced that we’ve become habituated to overtaking others even though we are not in a hurry? Have we forgotten what the word ‘relaxed’ means? I got thinking about this a week ago, while crossing a forever crowded Suburban Railway bridge in Mumbai.
Has our life become so fast-paced that we’ve become habituated to overtaking others even though we are not in a hurry? Have we forgotten what ‘relaxed’ means? I got thinking about this a week ago, while crossing a forever crowded Suburban Railway bridge in Mumbai. Continue reading “Speed up! Or May be not?”