Sitting by the window gazing out at the empty street wet after the drizzle, I cradled the phone between my hands. Signs of dusk overshadowing the sky engulfed in the arms of cloud. Since last night, every phone call and every text brought a hope, and no wish seemed to matter as much as that one phone call I had been waiting for. Lost in the depths of despair, my instinct kept me clinging as I murmured to myself "She will!", Jack lying on the floor in front of me raised his ears and growled as if he was agreeing to it.
Suddenly the phone rang as I sprung to my feet, everything seemed to have reached an impasse around me, heart pounded faster,
Rain has just stopped; sparkling road with the cold showers, bordered with green soaked trees that dance with the wind, I walk in laze holding my jacket over my shoulders pondering over the very existence and inhabitants of this orb. Every one of them scampering from place to place trying to get things done, career, capital, professional excellence; different things espousal mind fields embroiling the brain, ruining the personal life, callous have they become in the urge for brilliance giving philanthropy no considerations with the exception of their very own needs. Rushing into a quagmire as they degrade their souls famishing their lives, tu
At 2 AM, besides the Shangri-La Lake, it's the quietness and the serenity that you feel when the lake is in front of your eyes; and as you gaze on the ripples of the water moving towards the edge like a Juliet to her Romeo, the whole expanse seems to get widening when a soft breeze sways those flowers at the edge towards the enigmatic mountains shadowing the lake where some unknown spirits too, like me, might be becoming an addict to such a splendid offerings of the nature and then you think no further and talk no more. You just want to be there and keep looking, saying nothing, hearing nothing, just witnessing the stillness of life while thi