A light in the darkness

The cheers of childhood paint our world of carefreeness and liveliness.   This image had been my favourite, and I wanted to capture its full essence.   At times, I think being unprivileged is a blessing.  Image credit:  Sasin Tipchai  on Pixabay. My childhood was not a scarce one, but it was not a richly rich one either. I loved it the way it was.    I should mention this here: Lord Krisha's childhood is remembered as "Natkhut Makhan chor." The beauty of childhood comes with its unique way of exploring and learning, doesn't it? You disagree. Let us pause here and journey back to our childhood days. What did we actually do? Prateek, Param, and Prahlad were three kids in the locality who were often spotted together. They were born to three IT parents. These three parents were once known to be the speck in this village's eyes. Their stories are still aired here, which they all admire and cherish even now. Tusshar says, "Those days were differen...

          The sweet orchestrated melody of the dawning nightingales shook me off her sleep while the kiss of the golden rays opened her oceanic blue eyes. However, the cool breeze pacing at 16.7km/hour filled the air with chillness, and she pulled her blanket up to her neck, enjoying its cosy comfort. The crawling golden rays inched every space of her face, inviting her for a tango delight, while the chilly breeze of December called for an extended morning retreat.       Tuhina Sen was a vibrant middle-aged lady staying with her 2-year-old Belgian Malinois, Siri. With a weekend mood, she turns her back and pulls her blanket to grab her next REM sleep cycle with sweet dreams of her honey. On the other hand, the brightness outside and green grasses are calling Siri for another round of soccer. Siri's restlessness grew as the mercury climbed the thermometer's capillary, but the week-long tired Tuhina was an energyless stupor....

Image Credit: Selvamani  The stillness in the air could be felt, and the wailing silence could be heard from afar as the moon crawled over the sands to touch the feet of Aman and Mahi. The shrilling cry of brittle crackling could be heard aloud as the slivery platter makes its way between them. The moist eyelashes of Mahi and the deep oceanic globe of Aman long to narrate their agony. Aman was an artisan who made baskets of palm leaves and made his living. He had two younger sisters and a mother to take care of. Life was tough but happiness was full because they all lived every moment. Every day Aman would make baskets, sell them in the local market, and make money.  Years back, there was a severe famine in the land and no food. So, his father travelled to the king's palace to borrow food for his family. There, he mortgaged his house for food. On the way back home, the sun was scorching and for miles and miles, no water was visible. The caravan was full of children and nu...

 " In the end we all will become stories."                                                                                                                             Margaret Atwood Birth of a book was never an accident, but an insightful recording preserved for future generations. As Margaret Atwood stresses, we all will one day become stories- some stories which everyone wants to read always like 

1. Just don't overload.   "The time to relax is when there is no time for it."                                                                                         Sidney J Harris The first argument I present for taking a break is when you feel you just can't take a break because the deadline is near or a lot is left to do. Just at that time, your body is too stressed out and is asking you for a break to relax and rejuvenate. It is something like when you were preparing the whole night for your final exam and in the morning you felt you forgot everything. Why? Because your brain was overloaded, like an electronic gadget, it went wrong. Similarly, when we work on our content, a lot of things go throu...

Tired of the whole week's load, I long for the day off to refresh and rejuvenate me so that I have a week full of enthusiasm and sparks. So, the first thing that I love to do on my days off is to sleep a little longer. I loved to sleep for long hours during childhood, so when I sleep longer, I feel like I did something really good. Then my day-off drill begins a day before when I arrange for things that I would like to cook on this day. Cooking has always been a very good stress buster for me, so on my days off, I always try to prepare something special to have with my family. I never like to have meals alone, so I see to it that we dine for dinner together. We watch TV, talk, and laugh while we enjoy our dinner. But on my days off, when I make special lunches and breakfasts, I feel I have accomplished something very good in my life, and I love to cook like this for my family. The days off are my cleaning days. I clean my house completely and do the laundry. So, this is my day to m...

“Organisation begins  with the awareness of  what doesn’t work for us.” 1. Reincarnation Captured memories from the aperture of time befalls themselves into the family album in the chronological line. Their assembly joins hands to reincarnate the lived moment once again, giving us strength and refreshing our souls.  We all have seen photo albums.  Yes. We cherish making marriage albums, school albums, travel and trip albums. What we do here is gather all the moments and place them as we have lived or enjoyed. By this organisation I preserve my happy moments and live them every time I turn those pages.  If I had kept them thrown many would have been destroyed and many would have been lost also. Those moments might even get washed off our minds too.  Similarly, when I organise and make cherishable and liveable memories in my living space I am actually making everyday albums and store them in my thought diary. These thought diaries are the soil of creative ide...