Journey

Her love and his hero {1} This would be something very difficult to write in consolidation, therefore presenting it in parts.. When a she started her voyage of life, scrolling on at her knees, she held mom’s hand, smiled.. happy she was when she was able to achieve a little victory of her life. And when her mother was cherishing the moment of her first triumph lifting her in her arms, all she did was looked at his father. Her father didn’t smiled as durably as her mother, he didn’t expressed much, but she looked straight in his father eyes and distantly showed that “ Yes Dad! I did it” He was afraid when he saw a bicycle, somehow tried to get on it, his legs were weak to peddle the cycle, and still he tried as his mother was cheering him. Yes he  traveled  some meters peddling, fallen while trekking ahead, his mother came running to him, worried and almost in tears. She made him stand showing her anxiety,  inquires  about his  well-being . He...

Rain More familiar topic to write on. Rain!! Nature has very peculiar cores which are underneath its magnificence. One of them and I must say most celebrated one is rain. Philosophy has given a good number of denotations to rain. The phases of rain are boundless when we once have a thought over it.   Rain, which can be representation of utmost happiness can also be crest of grieve. Well it can be a defined as glimmer of dynamism or merely can be appalling stillness for someone. Sidelining the complexity, when I was seven years old, at an age where weeping works as advantage to you, I have seen rain actually falling, and then I noticed that sky that is above everything and have enormous power can also cry. I have never being optimistic when it came to describing rain. And from that event I wrapped up my one more idea to life. Even if one arrives at the greatest height of his ambition then also there will a miniature defeat affixed with him. Therefore, aiming for success...

Cheers to it “What the heck!” she is saying from the last night when she is unable to connect to a social networking site with her smart phone. Yours so called classic smart phone become useless when it  doesn't  get internet connections. To be honest when problems comes it  doesn't  comes in pieces, they are so much united that they always comes in bunches. Coming back on the situation, no internet and useless smart phone. And then sometimes universe takes trails, how you handle the situations and all problems given to you as inexorable blessing.     Everything happens for a reason. This is the only way to escape the stress that is been faced when in hardest state of affairs. Nevertheless when checked the biggest difficulties seems so undersized. Getting annoyed is getting failed; when you get on your nerves nothing will look right, consciousness is somewhat helps you to get out of difficult situations.

The fable of light and glow Have you ever taken a notice of how brightly they both shine; yes I am talking about the moon and the star. Taken a very undemanding subject to write upon but believe me it’s a bit complex. What relation they both share, had you ever given a deliberation over it. They appear together, are they really? Well personally I have seen some nights when it seems that stars resides with the moon but it’s deceptive reckon. It is humorous to me when people recite them concurrently. One is self obsessed, egocentric and self seeking. Apparently it has to be as it’s independent. The stars are gloomy as they are autonomous; they create their own light and are liable to make a night scenic. Whereas, the moon is just a flicker of the light that it scrounge from sun. Astonishingly, the stars are the decider of one’s destiny, they determines the fate, the luck. Astrology is zilch without stars. So different are their notions yet so close essence. Nature had sealed them ...