The butterflies are saying, Let the new story begin.
As they say love cannot be planned, it just happens. In a similar way, one sided love or unrequited love also cannot be controlled, it also just happens.
Slowly with the passing tide, All the secrets which I hide, Will flow down the time's drain, And flushed out, from my brain.
Mere mortals can only look, The sublime beauty, is like a hook. Free from this earthly cage, Silent guard, a true sage!
Newton's concept of gravity had just been introduced to us. The idea was still sinking in our minds when one of my classmate's hands shot up in the air. She very rightly pointed out that if according to Newton all objects tend to fall, why then smoke, rises up.
The shutters were down, no one allowed, And you came by, all the rules broke.
The rear view mirror of our life, offers many such interesting visuals. Looking through the rear view mirror what can be called mulling over past events, can throw up certain images. Sometimes these images remind us of the deeds we have done in the past. Good or bad, the effect of our actions on our present and future can be gauged from them.
You want it or not but inadvertently you end up judging a person based on his or her surname. So can't we do without a surname?
It was one of those sultry summer afternoons. Mary lay on her bed reading a book. The bad weather prevented her from doing any productive work. It had not rained in the last few days. The mercury kept on rising showing no signs of mercy. The intensity was taking a toll on Mary’s health and an overall feeling of gloom overtook her.
Kolkata or the City of Joy as we fondly call it is one of the oldest cities of ancient India. People from diverse diasporas converge and intermingle effortlessly. Tastes of this city cannot be categorized. It is a cosmopolitan city and is a home to different cultures not only from India but also abroad.