Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

The lush environment arose, the embers of love with sharp eyes of understanding. The two friends were sitting in serene atmosphere with whispers of birds that sung and the ducks that swam in the pond doing the chorus. The sky appeared judgemental, that it would glow very profoundly that very day. The two friends waited for words to be spoken. While the sunrise was harboured across. When in school, Ram was the boy who asked many questions and kept on indulging Sheema in his words. Now, that time had passed since they talked, they had maintained decorum for far longer a time. It's not that they were disconnected the time in between. They knew each other's tryst with struggles. Still, they wanted to feel the sensation of the warm winds that carried its luster into their purified hearts. They had barely exchanged few sentences from the time they met and having seated themselves on the bench, kept thinking of what to say; or waiting for some holy ceremony it seemed. Now, the win

I had reached the metro station before anyone else did that day. My group of friends were late every time except me, as I kept to my time table with precision. Shweta was frequent to our parties and being a good friend to Rhea, she befriended us too. For, Rhea was in our group and so she invited Shweta all the times whenever we would plan a hang out. Now that the college was over, we had been busy with either jobs or further studies. Getting to plan a meet up within ourselves meant, foregoing all the meetings and plans that were ushered upon us by our employers or our teachers. We did bunk those meetings or lectures to meet our friends and that brought reminiscence bells ringing.  Driving on those roads that led to our best hang out spots when in college, now brought us back on to them. For, we had grown up magnificently; onto doing the jobs that we wanted and the career we had offset in our plans. All of it flowed like a dream, or more than that. But one thing that sounded in all

Too many tasks splurge into our living, and it is important to get them done. While, at the same time we can spread our tasks, taking all the love from what we intend to do. Being aware of your job lands you to the gates of happiness. Given, you complete task by task and be prepared for more learning that keeps on mounting. Hence, filling in the chips of excitement and merry-making into your daily routine. It is often said and quoted by dignitaries on how their over-night success was because of years of hard work and sheer determination. In the words of the INFOSYS's; Executive Chairman, Shri Narayana Murthy,"It took me 25 years to become an overnight success." It is your bond with your job that makes you reach the higher strides and lets you make a mark at last. Little by little, crumb by crumb you enhance your caliber. Someone has rightly said, that accepting failure is a path towards your eventual glory. You can't imagine a breakthrough or sudden success sans k

On bag packing. Over the mountaineous roads and the crimson stoves in the sky, The travellers walk parallel to the breeze, Their cherishing - enlivened times. They are wary of what occurs to them, Yet they are hopeful to let it be, hem. For, no forlorn footstep awry, Could harm their conviction, their glory, They roam like a bird across, The world that's moving gross. To let this world be, Small enough for themselves, To let the love assemble, In every bit of the happening quarters, Or the one that's lonely. Dreams are brought, Affectionate memories sought, To entertain their lives once, It's done, when they say life has but been, They are the one's wishful, To say, they have but lived, Across the seas and heard the meaningful chorus, That envisages, Around the world; Now, be it a mountaineous block, Or the pleasant nature over the seas. Books gloved! Library of the personages, Dustier, mockier slips the tame. They walk with bylanes, Of bookland, cold and pale.

It was midnight, the table lamp was lit; while I was busy doing the math sums. What fantasized me that night was the very consistency, which I had maintained while studying and dreaming. At equal intervals of time or when one theme overlapped the other. What made me sit that late at night were these two rhythms. My frustrations to study the subject that I maintained a distance from, and my temptations to dream of something magical; sustained me in the ocean of life, when both the mathematical sums and my imaginations served as a life jacket. Neither of the two could sense the love, without each other. The imaginations are an open ocean, you can reach anywhere; simply by willing to be there, in your mind's brackets. When these brackets tend to support you, energize you; this no one knows or can ever quantify. I had been wishful to complete my high school and was willing to read what I liked, do what my life was all about. "I couldn't pretend any longer"; saying this

Little fingers and shorter size; still, life instills in them with fullest of delight. Innocent we call them, affectionately they kiss us. Dreams they see, their actions we watch. In the shorter span of life that the tiny-tots have led, they have been successful to teach us; what loving is, or they make us remember how once we had been like. They flaunt in no cars, but bicycles that tempt their imagining. The sky appears to them like a magical treasure; that keeps them enthralled in dreams. How could the sky be "light blue in colour?", asks one girl to herself. Some children are naughty, that they enjoy fighting but many are introvert too; in their own land, unknown to anyone but them. The love that they unconditionally usher unto their close ones, casts unto the loved one's eye, a garland of love. Children don't seek treasures in the gold coins and the kingdoms, they rather make their own kingdoms in their imaginations. The little hands develop further more. Th