Random Thoughts

... just need to know what that miracle is, to realize that it did happen or pray for it to happen!!! Deep inside the enchanted forest lies magic, the magic of miracles. That is where knights find their princesses! Deep inside the magical forest, lies an enchanted tree whose branches reach the sky and in the cloud that hovers above this tree, lies a land that changes every day (Enid Blyton ofcourse!!). And then, there are wanderers roaming these forests, some find love, some find bravery, but one who survives the charm finds a warrior… If life is like an enchanted forest, each day charming its way through the lives of knights, princesses, dreamers, wanderers, warriors alive in us, who would I want to be? Tough question! I want to be a princess, enthralled by an alluring knight. I want to be a wanderer, exploring the path, being absorbed into the captivities it holds, as it unravels. I want to be a warrior, unafraid and strong. But, truly, am I not a dreamer, in that I wish to be a pri...

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional. The incident itself is a creation. Any resemblance to people or to the situations in the real world, is purely coincidental. ------------------------------------------------------ My Dearest, How would I begin with, when I know that the very reason for this letter is the cause of my distress? I miss you terribly. And nothing can be done about it. Last night, it was our anniversary. You called me and we spoke for sometime, but for some reason the emptiness of the house (I can’t call it home, when you aren’t around!) got into me. Do you miss me too? Perhaps you do, else you would not call me every day! What do you miss the most? Me or being around with me? As I fondly reminisced my favourite moments with you, I fell asleep on the couch with a smile on my face and woke up with an ache in my neck :D. I know, I cannot take care of myself! Well, I ask, one tiny thing that is to take care of me. Is that so wrong?...

Why are certain days, a pinnacle of celebration? Despite the trying times and unspoken eons – certain things stick in life. Providence? May be not. They are there, for they mean something… Sometimes your cold shoulder feels like lead in my heart, Yet, I know, I can’t be far from you… Not, when you breathe and live, Your breath a whisper in the air that only I can hear… Years may count for nothing, When everything falls apart, Yet, there was a time, When “we” were a world in ourselves… Are we still there? Days bygone, magic melted, Smiles frozen, heart gone cold, So, where do we stand? I woke with a smile today. Don’t know why and I look at the date, as I realize, wow, today is special! A moment frozen forever in the casket of my memory.