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
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
"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?
Always and forever, he promised to her. Always and forever to hold her hand, keep her close. When she is lost in the forest, to guide her home. Always and forever to keep her heart warm and firm in his palms. To cradle and nourish it till it's warm and everglowing like amber. Always and … Continue reading Always and forever
This fine evening, I prepared myself some dinner and sat down watching Interstellar on TV. Watching the movie and the sequences that followed depicting time relativity, wormholes, quantum data of a black hole, got me thinking how limited our knowledge of deep space is. Since I was a kid, I have been fascinated by the … Continue reading Ignite your mind!
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
He sat in the common hall of his play-school. Looking around, watching the rising columns and other kids running around. Laughing, eating their lunch. He sat in the middle of all the chaos not affected by the development around. Over the years, he made friends. Not many by any amount. For he didn't interact much, … Continue reading A boy in the shadows
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 … Continue reading My Wolf