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
This is the question that I've been looking to answer for some time now. I'm a twenty four years old male human who has completed a master's degree in science. As a result of which, I've made my parents proud, and the rest of the family and friends couldn't have been happier. But here's the … Continue reading Who am I?
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.
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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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!
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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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.
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.]
“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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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
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.
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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In parallel with The Celebration written by Varnika Jain. It had been five months. He kept thinking of the first time they met. With a smile on his face and love in his eyes, he thought of the five months with her. Cherishing each moment with her. It seemed as though life before her didn't exist. He didn't remember the world before she came to him. She was everything he'd ever need.
I found you one winter night, when the moon shone blue and stars flickered bright. I heard your words and stood tranquil. For your words soothed me, taking away my pains. A few moons passed and you took my hand, gave my your love and wrapped me in your heart. I took your hand and … Continue reading Eternally, yours
"Who goes there?" He called out. His eyes tracing the silhouette across the window pane. "Who goes there?" He waited for a response in the quite of the night. But all he heard were the leaves, rustling in the summer breeze. He held on to his bedsheet. Clenching so hard that his knuckles turned white. … Continue reading Who goes there?