The car is stopped. The traffic is terrible. The glasses of the vehicle are up. Its just me and the cab-driver. The FM buzzes…and I drift away as I always do…all the time. and I enjoy the smell, you too enjoyed the smell. It is always the same, but we both enjoy it. Together? may…
A father turns to nature to find solace for his ailing child. Source: The Blossoming Child
We hate waiting. We demand for speed. But some things are worth waiting. This is a tale of a fruitful wait…:)
We never know when is our last day. This story explores an ill-fated event that leaves its mark on a relationship. Enjoy
We all share a bond with our grandparents. Childhood seeks greatness in their company. This tale explores one such bond. Enjoy.
Its difficult to define magic, but not difficult to experience. Here’s a story of three friends discovering enchantment..
Well..we drift all the time. It is unavoidable. Here is a tale of realization a son had about his father..Its never too late!
We all say it, all the time….We all have been there. Involuntary. Some never get a chance for a real one …This is one such tale of a good bye that was never said out loud.
Commuting is tiresome. Routine is lethal. Being trapped in this monotonous work environment, its complimentary. An attempt to eye things during those dreadful hours…Hope you all will enjoy reading it 🙂
A lot happens everyday…A lot does not happen everyday. Here are some scribbles, as I wade-like everybody-through life. Crap! Overdid it..Just regular posts…enjoy reading! Fin.