Pizzazz of Marigold

Gone are those days, when the courtyard of my house housed the marigold plants grown in bunches. And when they bloomed, the xanthic and orange hues used to steal the attention of every kid passing by. I love those flowers and the pizzazz of them. And all those vadamallis, I couldn’t get enough of them, growing beside the fence teasing me with their hue that I found myself relating to someone, my first love. That particular color can do magic to me which makes it special apart from being a not-so-loved-flower. All these do remind me of nature’s purity (a term that had the drastic fate of being called endangered.)

Human beings often boasted that they have the potential to dominate the planet. Hitherto they have succeeded in proving their point. Amidst the chaos of their battles to rule the earth, they missed a very important part, that they are killing our earth, they are terribly erring the planet for their selfish greed. The encroachments of men over nature had left nothing but the ceremony, nail-its-coffin. Better we engage ourselves with the prayers to save our planet (God is the only way out) and we can exclude that future guilt-of-not-doing-anything on the day of mourning.

I am sitting in my room all alone staring at my laptop screen, mentally playing a beautiful melody. My heartbeat rises. It’s there in my heart, a vadamalli blooms, it then pricks, it then stays, bleeding my heart, draining my blood, stealing my soul.


Hits and Misses

Day and night I wander through the clouds in search of the sun until one day I was branded as a stalker. All my endeavors are rendered fruitless and I learned it the hard way, never go looking for a miracle among miracles. Then I quit just like that. I was done with my quest for love. Period.

The monotonous life I was spending henceforth, no offence taken, was much like I wish to have. To the day and the night, I am here, only here. I am happy here because I don’t know anywhere else to be happier. My knowledge sucks.

Around the World in 12 Photos

I stumbled upon this amazing post. Thank you WordPress.

The Blog

We’re beyond proud that incredibly talented photographers around the world choose to showcase their photos on

Pack your virtual bags and join us on a turbo trip from Bangkok to Brisbane and from Kolkata to Los Angeles (with a few stops in between) as we explore the wonders of the street photography tag on Be sure to fasten your seatbelt and review the in-flight safety features of our turbocraft before we taxi for takeoff.

First stop, a market seller in Bangkok, Thailand, courtesy of Majawi Images.

BANGKOK, THAILAND: Market Seller 1, Bangkok from Majawi Images BANGKOK, THAILAND: Market Seller 1, Bangkok from Majawi Images

Next up, Los Angeles, California, and Donald Barnat‘s photo of insouciant street youth, entitled, “Forever 21.”

LOS ANGELES, USA: Forever 21 by Donald Barnat. LOS ANGELES, USA: Forever 21 by Donald Barnat

Over in New York City is “Out of the Shadows” by Shawn Escoffery.

NEW YORK CITY Out of the Shadows by Shawn Escoffery NEW YORK CITY: Out of the Shadows by Shawn…

View original post 298 more words

Random/Rapid/Rhapsodic Rendezvous

“Ouch…” I stumbled upon my shopping bags which had fallen on the floor due to the momentum of collision. It was a hectic day for me, though most girls are famous for being shopaholic, I never fall into that group. I hate shopping and today I was forced to do the same. For the past four hours I have been tailing my mother and sister through almost all shops in the mall, courtesy to my sister’s upcoming engagement and to top it all I want to carry those bags to our car, all alone. My frustration was reaching its peak and to push it further some idiot had found it interesting to knock me. Gaining my balance, I looked at the fallen mess wide eyed, how can this day become any more worse? Whoever it was, definitely going to have a piece of my mind. Soothing the pain on my forehead with my right hand, I raised my eyes from the floor scattered with the shopping, only to stare into a pair of chocolate brown eyes, eyes calm like an ocean- vast and deep, all I wanted is to jump into its depth and seek the wealth beneath it.

At once my heart missed a beat, I stared at those handsome orbs for one entire minute, or two or more, I don’t know. I was stunned and spellbound, literally. Did I see a smirk? Yes, of course and that brought me back on Earth. The initial shock was soon replaced with fury. “How dare you?” my outburst was silenced by an incredibly husky “Excuse Me?” A wave of pleasure washed through my body, I was finding difficulty to breathe and stood there baffled. Who is this man and what’s wrong with me? He was staring at me as if I were an alien. “If you are done with your staring spree, just apologize.” I couldn’t believe my ears, audacity of this man. All my fantasies of his eyes and voice died in a moment. I will take anything but a high-headed man. “Why should I? As far as I can see things you are the one to apologize, now for two things” He raised an eyebrow and I should explain to this duffer. “Firstly for knocking me and secondly for ill treating a lady.” I squared my shoulders giving a dramatic effect. He chuckled like I was saying the funniest thing on Earth. I just didn’t like his attitude. “What about having a tea with me” he paused staring at my eyes “as an apology.” I was bewildered would be an understatement. What is this man?

“You can woo stupid girls with those stupid ideas, but not the intelligent ones. For that you want to work hard, Mister, and prove yourself. Bye the way, I don’t think boys care for brain when they court, brain has no part in liking a girl, it’s all about how ho…” I stopped in mid-sentence, gawking like a fool. WOW!! Did I say that? Did I just lecture a stranger? You are a lost case. He stared at me as if I am an alien and all I wanted was the earth to open up and take me. How I always brilliantly end in such embarrassing situations.