Hop Scotch

As I rambled through the narrow alleys I saw little girls playing hop scotch on the dusty pathways. Oblivious of their surroundings they had converted the parched earth left free after harvest as their playground. The girls had drawn a large rectangle, divided it lenghtwise into two and further divided each oblong into four squares. The […]


Anything that’s precious is timeless, so it is said. Time is one such thing and it can neither be measured nor be borrowed, lent or bought. Giving a bit of it can make a world of difference to somebody. Lending a bit of one’s precious time to another whose joy knows no bounds due to […]

Through the Latticed Window

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains  My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk     These are the feelings I truly shared with John Keats this morning, lying all cuddled up in my bed surrounded by pillows […]

On the Sands of Time

As the next wave rose and water splashed across her face in spite of her trying in vain to stop it with her hands, she ran back and bumped into him. He was not a person who would display his emotions or be unkempt and preferred to stay clear of the waters. Her joy of […]