Rose-colored lenses

The innocence of Disney movies unfailingly brings tears to my eyes. What I wouldn't give to be able to view the world with the rose colored lens of a child: to be able to find joy in simple things like finding an extra piece of candy at the bottom of the jar or being carried …

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This Corner of the World

Recently, I ventured into a part of this city and was met with a hit of air which reminded me of home. Not just my home, but of the homes we all carry. As I walked through the mini alleyways and corners of this area, what would otherwise have been normal and mundane stood out …

An observation

We've all- collectively as humans from all walks of life- this historic obsession with height. We feel that if we could see everything from a lofty station, or attain high ground or genetically perfect ourselves to be taller, we'd be at somewhat of an advantage. In these frantic efforts to attain height, civilizations have erected …

The Unfortunate Ones

No one is coming. Scream as stridently as you can, screech as desperately as your faltering voice will allow, howl as despairingly as your lungs can bear, you may wail inconsolably until the tears streaming from your shrunken eyes no longer dampen your tumefied face. But over here, no one will hear you. Here, the …

wanderings of the mind.

The entire house was silent. No bird sang, no tree rustled and the air was still. I sat in complete silence admiring the tree outside- a mighty, towering being that remained constantly grounded and persistent through all kinds of seasons, civilizations, ages and time. At that moment, the world and this life seemed dreadfully finite- …