Intertwined.

A rare occasion, when a thought from the back of my mind, spins into a petite poem.

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That Night…

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?

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Of Pinwheel Trees…

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.

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Speed up! Or May be not?

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?”