(Image Source: Pinterest) The internet is a wonderful thing opening our lives to unprecedented amount of knowledge and entertainment, making us bond with like minded individuals, and creating more efficiency in our lives through services such as online shopping (which might also be the reason for our monthly bankruptcy, but I digress). However, the internet is not … Continue reading Why Do I Walk Away From (Most) Online Arguments These Days?
The taste of first summer rain on your tongue A song on the radio from a time left far away The happiness of your dogs when you return home A familiar scent reminding you of someone you once knew The mountain roads shrouded by blue mist The spray of the ocean on your face The quiet … Continue reading These Simple Things
(Image Source: Pinterest) Hey, fellow writer do you do this sometimes? Like, your fingers hover over the keyboard while you don’t know what you want to write? You look at the books around you, the bookshelves stacked with works from your favourite authors and you curse yourself. You don’t even have a single idea to … Continue reading Here’s Why I Feel That The Writing Life Is Like The Sleeping Beauty Fairy Tale
(Image Source: Pinterest) Have you ever realized how you tend to be attracted to a piece of writing that has a soul? Specifically, a soul that connects with yours, the reader's? I feel the writing we like, seems to have that 'something', that intangible mass of ephemeral beauty that touches us somewhere. See, there might be books that … Continue reading We Connect With Writing That Talks To Our Souls
(Note: This post first appeared around 2 years back on my old blog and then at For Reading Addicts. Since, I'll soon start reading Murakami's newest release, Men Without Women, I felt why not relive my love for the author once more?) I heard a lot about the legend that is Haruki Murakami. Call it … Continue reading Literary Experiences: Reading Haruki Murakami For The First Time
1. Branches dance in breeze Gray clouds, medley of birdsongs Rain washed Monday noon 2. Moonlight shimmering, Wheat stalks whisper sad secrets Harvest starts post dawn 3. Swimming in circles Bouncing back from the glass walls Folks trapped in fishbowls
I am not really the person whom you call up just to ask “what else is going on,” No. I’m the person who loves it when you call me because that book last night made your chest ache and you couldn’t sleep. You call to make me listen to the sound of rain falling on … Continue reading When You Call Me…