“Aaisha...we are leaving... Come soon.” , my mum calls out to me. “Wait mummy. My sand castle is missing a window.” , I yell out as a gentle wave on the beach caressess my feet. “Aaisha..we will come tomorrow. Papa has got work to do.” I run towards my...

I see you many a time.. through the window of my car. Before I could park, Alas, you go hiding with me stranded in the dark. So it is my lucky day, as I raced time and won, to see you paint the sky in bright orange, my sun.

And finally the spring blossoms, with colors of yellow and green, adorning earth with a blissful sheen. Sun chooses to stay a little longer and darkness hides in languor. Like bees looking for nectar, Kids run around the whole hectare,

Sometimes when you fall flat and faceward in life, never expect anyone to pick you up. Help yourself to your feet, dust yourself, wipe your bloodied nose and move on.

On the train in sleepy melbourne, moving at a snail’s pace.. Light of dawn trickling in.. Destination looking farther than ever.. Driver says it is a tresspasser who caused the delay.. And hence the trains running a relay..

Knowledge is about learning skills but wisdom is knowing how to apply them. Being smart in today’s world means nothing. Move a level up and try being wise.

Acceptance ain’t everything without a conscious effort to make the wrong right.

Sun hides behind the gloomy dark clouds, Thunderclap and lightning reign the sky, Gentle breeze turns in to unruly winds, Birds rush towards shelter.

A beautiful life looks so close, A colorful adventure is not so distant, A passion filled hug is the need of the hour, A bust of joyful tears is around the corner, All it needs is a heartfelt apology for all dreams to come true. But it never comes.

A hole in your heart. That is how it feels. A void that will never be filled. Work keeps you busy till that big project is done away with. Countless hours of effort. Big Success. Huge sense of satisfaction. Celebration. You are on a high for that day ...

....and the week ends. Makes me think how finite is infinite time...??

One’s hand to hold at times of joy, One’s shoulder to lean on when you cry, One’s smile that brightens your day, One’s words that fills your life with hope, One’s life that you share and hold it dear more than your own...

Failure means “Well, Raise your game as you now got a better shot at success!!”

Alas..life can’t start again. Fleeting time is always a pain. Moments of joy just don’t freeze, And grief comes along with much ease.

Your words are how I get to know you everyday.. Serious, sad, funny, weird, whatever shade they take, makes me come a step closer to you than before...

“Aaisha...we are leaving... Come soon.” , my mum calls out to me. “Wait mummy. My sand castle is missing a window.” , I yell out as a gentle wave on the beach caressess my feet. “Aaisha..we will come tomorrow. Papa has got work to do.” I run towards my...