Was this love?

I had dozens of marigold flowers in my hand, a garland of it actually. What lovers did to a rose, I did to the pretty orange flower. “He loves me, he loves me not,” I uttered, plucking out the petals one by one at first and then bunches of it together until all that wasContinue reading “Was this love?”

Valparai Tales! Part 2.

Contd from… As I sweat in the Bangalore heat, while doing absolutely nothing apart from just breathing, which you would all acknowledge is a very crucial, and from what I know the most important factor for our existence, I think back of the vacation I recently took. And promised a second post on. In myContinue reading “Valparai Tales! Part 2.”

The Rose.

“Ouch,” she uttered, pulling back her finger from the rose stem. A thorn had pricked her and a drop of blood lay on her finger, perfectly placed like it always belonged there. She smiled. “Got yourself another prick, did you now?” her husband asked, as he sat in the hall, immersed in the morning’s papersContinue reading “The Rose.”

Why? Oh why?

Often, things don’t make sense. Why does the Sun rise every day to set? Why do the flowers bloom only to be plucked by mischievous little bratty hands or to be offered at the feet of stone idols of the same Gods who created them in the very first place? Why are examinations more valued thanContinue reading “Why? Oh why?”

The Poetry of Life.

She awoke to the Tyndall effect the rays from the nearest star made in her small room. She could see the dust particles dancing around each other. She wondered how much of it was cosmic. She smiled. On her way to work, she bought more than a couple of roses from the young boy at the crossing. TheContinue reading “The Poetry of Life.”

Flowers over birds.

Recently, I went to an undisclosed location (the mystery is alluring) where we can safely say that birds and flowers can be found in abundance among other things (and it was no bird park. Duh.). I have never fully appreciated the patience exuded by photographers who click bird pictures. Until I tried to capture their shots,Continue reading “Flowers over birds.”

The Drop.

The old man had been unwell for more than a couple of days now. The fever wasn’t breaking. He wasn’t worried about himself though. He was worried about his garden. He’d newly planted Canna Lilies in them. They were Madam’s favourite. He would have instructed his helper how to care for them well but theContinue reading “The Drop.”

A dream turning real.

On special request by Izza from the ‘A touch of my saint’, the previous post has been now re-written with a completely different end.   Glistening smile in her eyes, She felt her beau cupping her face, Caressing her hair and her cheek, His finger lingering at her lips. With the soft touch of his lips on hers, CheersContinue reading “A dream turning real.”

VIBGYOR

The violet orchids you held out for me, Looked striking against the indigo dress I wore, As your smiling blue eyes mesmerized me, making my heart race, The ladies around stared, envious and green. We drove back to your place, yellow lights shining against the night city sky, I stirred in your arms, awakening to the orange huesContinue reading “VIBGYOR”