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TBR / To Be Read…

Look what I found! “

It’s so many! “I exclaimed.

“How will I do it? ” I wondered.

What was that time, when I thought I can read” I pondered.

Dusty it might look,

Curiosity, so I booked.

Tempting to the nerves of knowledge,

Exciting my pleasure of awareness!

Rossy Red, to Gloomy Green;

Alice’s Wonderland to Mr Bean.

Aristotle said:

Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.”

Plato declared:

If a man neglects education, he walks lame to the end of his life.”

I decided:

TBR I must have!

I paid with pride, bought I was proud!

Shelf cleaned.

one after one, height by order I yielded.

Such pretty, my TBR

Apple of my eyes, my TBR

Oh! When will I read, my TBR

Answer unanswered;

What do you think? , my TBR! “

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Grateful: Yes, I am!

Being alive*! Isn’t it? Waking early, and jogging in the morning freshness: I find it most interesting that I still have chance to correct my mess. I still can be sorry to those whom ‘ I may have hurt! ‘(We all know, a lot has happened;in past)

Having mother*, who every damn time, yells me to take shower, and eat on time;to avoid bad health. And father*, who worries more about their daughter’s future than his own!

I can fill my stomach, and sleep comfortably*: when there are many who lacks it, not by choice but ‘not having a choice’. I find it blessed to have these.

My country is safe, and world is at safest*! It matters a lot, when others are happy, only then, you can be at ease.

Hope*. This is the most ‘beautiful‘ thing to have, in this ‘wonderful’ world. It is said it’s never too late! ;

How can five or six things consolidate your feelings? you are grateful about! Even writing this wordpress blog, I feel gratitude.

I don’t know if you have heard or not, but there is kutti Story song from Master movie a Tamil song sung by Thalapathy Vijay and Anirudh Ravichander, talks about momentariness like…

“…Life is very short nanba, Always be happy…. “

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A road trip I would love to take…

I always wondered, what would be I doing, if I have the luxury to do anything!

And answer was, ” I want to travel a lot, visit lots of places, take pictures and showing off on insta, for sure! “

But if there were only one choice… Only one road trip, then I would love to…

RE PATH

Reversing my journey to all those places I have been. My birth place, I never visited since born, as my father had temporary job:here and there.

My sweet Grandma’s house, I hold adorable memories. After my father lost his job I spent enough time with granny, visiting her field, temples, making friends in villages, and bunking schools.

My first love, I remember crying hours, when I learnt, he loved my classmate, I was in standard three.

My Dream factory, where I begin to aspire big, read good books, study better, be a better person… Uncountable!

Those minutes of failure, losing self- believe; that cost me tonnes, in future.

Reminiscing first: cycling,dancing falling; I can write many books on it!

Oh man! I feel nothing is worth comparing: visiting my own journey.

Every person, thing, has its own existence; that one strives for, long for.

I always used to compare myself with others; however now, I believe each of us are unique: with our own Road Trips to travel for, and write about.

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Utopian fantacies


There was a girl,
Full of innocense,
believed her dreams.

A warrior prince, she was hoping for;
Who fights her miseries;
Takes her far:
In a world of peace, love and joy,

There was a fire, sudden at night.
Her room was locked,
Her parents cried, help!

Yet that girl, sat and smiled.
She waited, doing nothing.
When the door opened,
She was bemoaned.

Sitting by the window,
Waiting for that prince.
Closing the door,
Not crying anymore!

What a dark imagination she had!
Once what made her happy,
Today, killed her crappy.

What a believe, fated to ashes!

A utopian fantasy!
I declare!

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