If I met my younger self Oh, what would she say to me? To be calm, and unruffled, And to set my soul free? Would she tell me to look into the beyond To set my sight on sights much farther Than the tiny things yelling for my attention And to look sometimes at the… Continue reading What Would She Say To Me?
I don’t want to be too obvious, but the elaborate network nestled up in the skull, a.k.a the brain, is so very amazing. We have a whole course at college devoted to designing logic circuits, wherein we assemble electronic components to realize logical actions/decisions. It takes relatively so much time to design physically what the… Continue reading I’ve Got Brain On The Brain
Here are a few pictures I took of the rain this afternoon… 🙂 Rain during summer afternoons has to be one of the best kinds of rain. The sunshine falling on your skin is warm, and the air surrounding you is cold; everything is brightly lit and is yet hazy because of the water rushing… Continue reading The Sun And The Rain Came By Together
Right from the time I was a kid, I loved forming groups and doing something creative and spontaneous together. Perhaps it was because of all the Enid Blyton books I’d read. I loved coming up with names for groups to do something or the other. In the fourth grade, my friends and I formed groups… Continue reading We’re All In This Together
How books brought magic to my world.
We often find ourselves caught up to our necks in work. We get anxious to complete things and compete against deadlines, and life seems like a monotonous one-way street. There is one way to stop visualizing a gloomy week and get back your inner peace that helps to calm the storms outside – going on… Continue reading Go On A Vacation Right Where You Are
When I was seven, I read a Noddy story written by Enid Blyton. Mr. Plod, the Toyland policeman, has to spend some time recovering in the hospital, and all the other toys go out of their way to make it easier for him – they bring him flowers, greeting cards and tools. I remember wishing… Continue reading The Rant Of An Off-colour Adolescent