Blum Plum

Blum Plum

It is pouring heavily. It is raining so heavily that I cannot hear the TV. I cannot hear my mother who apparently has been calling out to me. I cannot hear myself. Somehow, I like this silence midst all this noise. I can just blame the rain and go back to sleep. I really do not want to do that and I do absolutely just that. I feel super guilty as I waste time like this and yet I do nothing about it. Or maybe, I do not feel whatever I am doing is good enough. The heavy downpour silences these thoughts and that is what I like the most about it. Just look outside the window and watch the rain wash away all that you have been complaining about.

Happy Monsoon to you. 🙂

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Faith

Faith

Many times, very lately, I have been very unsure, about so many little things. I wouldn’t call them life changing decisions, but they are choices that would define me perhaps. I do not want to bore you with the details of it.
This picture.
Such prettiness. One little line and so much sense. Logic rules the world, but do you really care about who rules the world? Thinking is not something everyone can do effectively, but too much of it will get you nowhere either. Take a leap of faith.

Dreams

Dreams

I often complain about no being able to remember my dreams. Many a times i complain about not being able to figure out if it happened in a dream or in reality. For once, a while ago, I decided to stop complaining about them and adore them. The very concept of dreaming takes me by awe. A dream is more than something that happened while you weren’t aware. When your sleeping self is capable of so much thought, you should know how much the well aware you can accomplish.

As for aspirations, desires and dreams, they’re what keep us going. Mental food. Virtual fuel.

Till Next Time,
Keep Dreaming, Keep Smiling.

Shivali

The Doorknob

The Doorknob

My fetish for pretty inanimate things makes me wander through stores, virtual and otherwise, without keeping any track of time and space. This morning, the internet introduced me to this pretty picture of a gorgeous doorknob. I want one of them now. A door isn’t one unless it has a doorknob that allows you open the door and go past it, inside, or outside. Why not have a pretty one as well?