From an entirely unscientific yet imaginative perspective, what if time were personified? What if Time were to use Instagram’s Boomerang feature? Here is some nonsense verse I penned down…
Books help in breaking the ice. When you find someone who has read and liked the same book that you have, you establish an instant connection with them. It’s a wonderful feeling to find someone with whom you can discuss the book’s plot and characters, build up theories, and share your favourite parts of the… Continue reading 5 Reasons Why Books Are Amazing (Other Than What’s In Them)
Late night conversations Bursting with secrets too pristine To be touched by the hastily revealing sunlight Soft tunes that sally into the sweet silence Of the dark night An interlude of mindfulness and calm To the din of the day. An amalgam of novelty and familiarity Sometimes keeping me whimsical and awake Sometimes lulling me… Continue reading Late Night Conversations
Shakespeare famously said, “What’s in a name?”, but names mean quite a lot, sometimes. Some names are special because of the interesting stories behind them. Others are special because they are so creatively chosen or created that they stand out in one’s mind like Dobby among the Hogwarts elves. (Don’t mind me, I’m always making… Continue reading “What’s In A Name?”
Two snippets of fan-fiction based on the last episode of BBC’s Sherlock, season 4 – The Final Problem. 🙂
Please read only if you’ve watched the episode.
Your shadow looms in the torchlight, It’s a sleepless night As you feel a shiver of glee down your spine Navigating thrill and danger incarnadine. Into a web of intrigue plunged, And the mundane expunged, You sift through facts and fancies, Trying to put everything together in one clear piece. You hurtle through arcane happenings… Continue reading Deduction
Milk and cookies were always his favourite, A given on cold winter nights Sitting by the capricious fire that crackled happily, He would slowly chew the cookies in quiet delight. When he had eaten them all and drunk the milk, He would snuggle down further, and look up at the ceiling; As if he were… Continue reading Milk And Cookies