In the depths of her mind

“I’m here now and everything will be alright.” -Here now, and forever The castle was once again standing radiant and strong. He had held the queen's heart and infused it with his love. The trees were rustling against the wind, spreading the news far and wide. The animals had come back to the garden, hopping … Continue reading In the depths of her mind

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And Tonight We Grieve

Moonlighting Scrivener

It has happened yet again.

Lives scarred. Lives lost. Lives unceremoniously snatched away from unsuspecting innocents.

A hefty price paid to feed the chasm of human depravity. The price of life.

What little value it holds.

We burn candles. We mourn. We thank our stars in gratitude for not being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

We try to empathize. But, no human experience is ever enough to translate the pain felt by our brethren today. The pain of families left behind. What they wouldn’t give for another minute with their loved ones.

A massacre. A deranged soul. A gun. A law. A Lobby.

It’s time to take stock and weigh. An agenda against a life. A gun against a bullet peircing through the flesh.

Because tonight, we grieve again.

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One or the Other

A beautiful poem written down by Varnika Jain. Depicts how a person can become someone’s entire world and chase away the nightmares and the darkness.

Moonlighting Scrivener

She sought him in her nightmares

She sought him in her dreams

When she woke up

She could hardly tell

The one from the other

Since he saved her in her nightmares

And she lost him in her dreams

The one became the other

Somewhere in between.

So she took to sleeping with him

Held closely in her arms

The warmth that he exuded

Ended the nightly tussle

And merged the happiness

Of the one with the other.

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A Heart of Stone

A beautiful tale of two souls finding love in the most serendipitous ways. Published by Varnika Jain.

Moonlighting Scrivener

In his frantic attempts to find his way back to the caravan, he came across a sight that held his gaze. It looked like a formerly over trodden path which had, at some point in time, been overrun by weeds. Inviting, nonetheless. He followed the meandering path, curious about where it led while still trying to grasp how it had just suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air even though he was quite sure he’d crossed that exact point atleast half a dozen times before since he’d been walking around in circles, completely lost.

Curiosity killed the cat, he kept reminding himself but his feet kept moving forward. It’s getting late and dark, it’s time to turn back and find shelter, not to go on a wild goose chase, he chastised himself. Yet, he could not bring himself to stray from that path.

After what felt…

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By the pond

It was a pleasant evening, with the sun dipping over the horizon. Insects were buzzing and the birds chirping as they returned to their homes, settling in for the night. The horizon turned orange with purple hues, with stars flickering through the evening sky. The pond reflected rays of the setting sun along it's shimmering … Continue reading By the pond

Space

A beautiful poem composed by Varnika Jain. Evokes emotions and warmth inside the heart by conveying how two beings come together in this universe and anchor themselves to the other for all eternity. Do read and let me know what you think in the comment section.

Moonlighting Scrivener

I was floating around aimlessly,

Like some homeless space debris.

Not knowing what to do, where to go or where to drop anchor,

Because that all-knowing, all-telling, inner voice

Had long ago muted its strains.

By my own design or from the weight of the world – ‘Twas a secret I had no intention of unraveling.

I strayed into the vicinity of a dying star on its last dregs of fire, its hopelessness felt like a kindred pain.

I decided to stick around for some time, drawn towards its growing misery with a strong, gravitational pull.

Little by little, in the warmth of company, the star rekindled it’s blaze.

Till it glowed with a blinding light that sent me spinning around in ecstatic frenzy.

The muffled tones of my inner voice could now be heard anew. Stay, it said, as I danced around,

Like a moon making merry.


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My Wolf 

I wrote this post a few weeks ago, portraying the rush of joy and love one feels upon seeing their special someone. Do give it a read and let me know in the comments section about what you think. Thank you for visiting!

Voicing the Ephemeral Echoes of Life

I was trotting through the wild, fog and mist surrounding the fern. Black clouds hovering above, casting shadow across the boscage. I was walking around, taking in the forest, smelling the mud, hearing the insects, seeing every minute detail in front of me.

I reached a clearing and saw another wolf, curled up next to a tree. She raised her head, brought her soulful eyes to rest on me. Thor Almighty, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I walked upto her, looking deep in her eyes.

I touched my head to hers, my coat rubbing along hers. I licked her coat, grooming her. Nibbled at her fur, cleaning it up.

Slowly, she got up on her feet. Stood right in front of me. In an instant we realised, we were meant to be. We howled. We howled in chorus. In recognition of the counterpart of our…

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A Rainy Day Epiphany

If you are an avid book reader and looking for some honest reviews for the book you’ve been thinking on a rainy day with a warm cup of coffee. Check out The Quaint Reading Nook by Varnika Jain.

The Quaint Reading Nook

I believe the very first post on any blog should signify the reason for its being and the path it’s bound to take in the coming days. So here’s how, why and what for The Quaint Reading Nook came into existence –

[Now, I’ve already explained the rainy day epiphany that I had on my personal blog. So, I’m going to reproduce the same down below because this blog is the culmination of what started there, so please bear with me and read on.]

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​​Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.” ― Bill Watterson, The Calvin and HobbesTenth Anniversary Book. 

And that is exactly what I did today. Because, obviously, I’d trust a Calvin and Hobbes advice with my life! (Does anyone else think that the comic strips cover a lot of deeply profound, existentialist issues, or…

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Here now, and forever

He walked through the ancient ruins of a castle that once stood in splendour. Glass shattered and walls charred, he walked through the dry twigs and grass. He looked at the giant columns rising high, and the marble staircase that was once polished and smooth. The fountains in the garden had run dry. Plants and … Continue reading Here now, and forever

The Celebration

My post titled “Coming Home” was the other side of this story. Reading it, you can know what was going through the mind of the girl, to whom the guy went home to.

Moonlighting Scrivener

She frowned, deep in thought. It had been five months. Not a long amount of time by any measure. Yet, for a man who’d never loved before and for a woman who’d been hurt one too many a time, it was quite a lot.

She scrunched her nose, disliking every idea that entered her head. She needed to celebrate, for him, with him. Yes, she had had longer relationships before, but none that showered her with such selfless love, unconditional support and an infinite understanding of all her craziness.

He not only gets her, but he’s got her. And that fact, to her, made all the difference in the world.

It was almost midnight now and she had run out of ideas as well as the fuel to enable further thinking. There just wasn’t anything she could come up with that was worthy of the man and his love for…

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