I’m not sure if my grandparents’ house could be called a villa, but this picture comes very close. The steep stairs led to the terrace, where memories stay parked to date. lost childhoodgroans under the weightof smartness The gate was our boundary during the summer vacation, but the mischief that happened behind it was boundless. … Continue reading Lost, but breathing
I often find places of scenic beauty associated with places of worship. Maybe these structures were built there to enhance the spiritual experience. The current political scenario also makes me wonder if it was intended as an act of conquest. temples crown the peaks,built where silence meets the skyfaith or conquest’s mark The perceived intent … Continue reading Atheist Peaks
I bow in gratitude to the silent skill of the paddle in cutting through the currents. I admire its strength in going against the stream and taking the boat ahead. paddle fightssteering aspirantsbeyond nightsdark to dawnDestinations stretch to meetdetermination It teaches us how to navigate life when we face resistance. It takes a will to … Continue reading Paddle fights
