[This is an old post. It was sitting in my drafts for a long time. It might be a little too philosophical, but I tend to be that way while watching sunsets]. At ten thousand feet, I was texting pictures to everyone back home about how I have come to watch the sunset. Not realizing … Continue reading Post #12 – While I watched the Sun set
The first few hours, on the first day of a long weekend, are probably the best times during the entire holiday. After those initial dream-filled hours have gone by, the rest of the holiday goes by in a blur. Within no time it is the night before you head back to work. All kinds of blues set in and … Continue reading Post #11 – The story of every weekend
I missFamiliarityin my surroundingsThe feeling of knowing it allthe comfort zonethe known sights, peoplethe smell - fresh.I miss the familiarityof it all.I miss home.
The unending noise The blaring honks The crowded streets And Yelling neighbours. I miss it all Surely I do. Roadside food The sweat and grime, Stretch out your hand: An auto is by your side. Yummy Butter chicken That leaves your fingers red Rules being broken And nothing going smooth. The lack of order This … Continue reading No place like home
Shadows are playing Outside the window Dancing merrily With the wind. A tiny bird Flits around Pauses Only to fly again. A thumping sound From the neighbor above Tells me I am not alone. The Television's on And cares for none Flashing images At me. I stare at it Preoccupied Before I turn To look at the shadows Again. … Continue reading While I brood