It’s been half an hour or so, I lay in my bed, facing the ceiling with not so symmetric designs and a squeaky fan rotating lifelessly, hypnotizing me, holding me captive, in the essence of time. The only sound I’m accustomed to right now is the dying fan and the wall clock tick toking … More Stuck in reverse
One of the oldest living civilization, nestled on the banks of the Holy river the Ganges, where the confluence of the river Varana and Asi takes place. This is how the sacred place, well renowned for the salvation of the Hindus, attained its name, the name that it’s known by today; Varanasi. Apart from that, … More Varanasi; The Ghats, The Prayers And A Little More
It was only yesterday, my sister messaged me saying “Nalindi, why do you travel? Take your time and give me the real real real reason and please don’t tell me the first thing that comes to your mind.” … More Why Do We Travel? Why Do I Travel?
I have been feeling a lot less lately. It’s like, I have already felt everything possible I could have ever imagined so all the instances and the feelings dwelling inside me have left me numb. I’m not even sure if numb as a word is sufficient to describe the death of an emotional turmoil inside … More Words Aren’t Enough to Express Themselves
She was just another girl and to see her mother leave after dropping her to school was much more gut-wrenching than her tears could have expressed. Oh! Poor baby. How she sniveled as the tears would roll down her rosy cheeks, slightly cracked as an evidence to the winter fun at her grandparents home in … More Requiem For Her Lost Soul
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