JustAnu

 I want my Castle to be Strong and High, On the moonless , puffy textured sky. Let this, in solitude, be expressive to shine  And make the moment Worthy and divine. Like everyone,  I had this quest of having a unique identity to be recognized with. I  wanted a Castel to be the ruler of.  How to do make that happen? All I knew was I won't be "Gifted" with it ,nor it was going to be as easy as walking down a already laid Red-carpet pathway to take you to Get-what-you -want. I walked into the jungle. Yep, that was hard with the sky Grey and uninviting into the night of hardships. It's not the corporate ladder but yeah A jungle ( I did read this concept in a book) . The building of a Castel would start with a single brick yet, with a Strong Foundation. It won't be noticed by anyone initially, I knew , as it was hidden under the trees of the jungle.  The leaves spread  on the top of the tress and the surrounding will protect it at its initial stage. No busy...

 There are butterflies in my stomach and things have gone terribly wrong and all I could have done at this moment was to  pretend as if I was the coolest and calmest person ( externally)  in the surrounding  amd fight my feelings and urges and thoughts  and sought a solution internally. I took a few deep breaths and tried to shift my focus on the book screaming in front of me to catch my attention ( well, I should have been doing that and catching and literally helping downtown he book content, but nevermind. Let's move on). I kept following the words blindly, without giving a second thought to the important concerns it wanted to convey and I found my brain replaying the past day events involuntarily and perfectly chronologically. How to get out of the situation? What have you or someone else would have done? Can I ask someone ?  Had the whole thing be the part of a thriller novel, I might have skipped the intervening parts and read at my best pace to know ...

 With the sun ablazing in the sky as high as it can get, my cat was purring in his careless sleep,with his tail hanging down from the  wooden on which he slept. Yeah, it's the chair I was supposed to be sitting but  nevermind.  The room was nothing, but a mess." The room robbed by a Buggler would cleaner than the sight that laid before my eyes." I thought..  I picked up my hat ( I didn't have to search long for it, it was right before my eyes and so was everything else )😉. I yelled good-bye to my flat-mate and left .  I prefer walking and the fact fact my destination my wasn't far enough from my place, I thought the starts are in my favor ( they were !, at the time  we got thus place to reside in).  The whole scene to accomplish was within my physiological capacities.Want another reason to convince you  ?. Well,  walking gives time to self . It's more peace ful that riding a bicycle ( that depends on  your preference) , or getting ...

 Overshadowed by yesterday, I wish to see a new Sunrise. Even though the night glows gold Given the entropy of Fireflies. Nope, we are not alone, It's divine having a hand to hold. Giving courage to Rise and fall again, Before seeing the dream unfold. Thank you.

 Pearls of memories in the String of Life As I envision my childhood, I am taken away with the sense of nostalgia about all the little things we used to do then, which eventually got left behind to crawl the path of Adulthood. We forgot laughing our hearts out, giggling at the slightest of unprofessional thoughts, crying at the times we felt hurt the most. Instead, in an attempt to reflect maturity, we kept our real emptions far at the bay, living in a nutshell and celebrating fake ascend to corporate mountain. As a child, I have learnt to let my fingers dance at the keys of piano and find their own rhythm, without the need of my eyes needing to keep an eye on them. As a child, I have learnt to face a football match held at interschool level for the 3rd time even after losing twice. The first time we lost, it was awful, given that I was the goal-keeper and a member of my team got confused in the middle of the game about the direction to kick the ball and it took me time to realise ...

 I found myself more calm and composed and my grip on the handle of the scooty felts tighter, as if my palm was promising never to leave the grip, what-so-ever happen. It was the first time I was driving for not-so-urgent reason and with no fixed destination in my mind. Yet I and my friend, whose  eyes were focused on the Google maps on the phone screen, were set off to explore the unecplred part of the city and if fortune favors,  a better part of our unexplored selves.  "You need to take the next left and trade the way that takes runs up the flyover " she spoke and  by judging the intensity of her voice and tone, it wasn't difficult to make out that her eyes were glued to the map. I nodded in acknowledgement and followed her orders. I complied and soon we were ascending up the flyover Bridge with a moderate pace.  The sun started for its target to faint, leaving behind a grayish blue sky with traces of light clouds floating above. We reached the top of th...

 It's dark all around and I keep ok walking. I know how to do it, or rather , I have learnt thus skill over time. .I hated to be alone not because I can't walk with no one beside me, but instead, I loved the company of people who resonate with who I am. I believe that if we change the people around us, for the time being  it could change the way we feel and think ( okay, it might be wrong,  but till things are positive, all is well). As time passes by, majority of us realise that it's RARE to find people who resonate effortlessly with us. Okay , no regrets  !.. I have began to love solitude and lose my self in its peace and nothingness. Why do we Always have to be a part of Something !.  I walk on, embracing every imperfection and insecurity and yet, I feel super proud of everything I am and everything I am not. I desire to live a life with human genuineness and I loath the idea of giving up under materialistic greed. At times, the calm and cool breeze of the ni...