Posts Tagged ‘ simplicity ’

Fluttery

23/6/2017

Fluttery,
My thoughts swoop and plummet,
Deep down at one instant,
Only to soar right up in another,
And disintegrate,
Like a fire cracker,
Or a rain drop,
Into thousand smaller thoughts,
Of no particular shape,
Or size or consistency,
Each thought soar and plummet further,
Miniscule and scattered in a thousand directions,
Here, there and everywhere,
Till it breaks again and clubs again,
To a form a haze,
Of a thousand ideas and,
A zillion notion,
Each one complete in its incompleteness,
Assertive in its doubtfulness,
Strong in its weakness,
Contradicting with its very existence,
Premature and impulsive,
As I stare at my screen,
Trying hard to focus,
But to no avail, Continue reading

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One fine afternoon!

20th April 2015

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Summer arrived in Kathmandu! After almost a week of detouring here and there, summer announced itself in Kathmandu boldly. Scorching in Mid-afternoon! I was going back to office from a meeting; a pretty interesting one if I must say! A half an hour long meeting; with me drilling questions and the lady answering with maybe-s an around-s, really very interesting! See, I love my work!

So, as I was backing, I started observing; my favorite time pass! Staring at my fellow passers-by and shops whose life-size mannequins have taken over the walkway, dressed in fancy summery garments! There were all sorts of people. It was mid-day, so less people. There were housewives- running around with their shopping bags; college girls in groups- gossiping endlessly; boys from shops- hooting at those girls; street dogs sleeping lazily and motorbikes and a few cars passing busily on my right! Consistent Zwwiii and occasional horns! All beneath the scorching heat! Umbrellas everywhere! (I myself had one!) Some were walking swiftly, some sluggishly! Some were walking and shouting on their cell-phones and some were pushing others in their hurry and not even saying sorry! While some were peeking at the shops; indecisive of whether they should take a look and keep walking, creating a momentary people-jam!

And amidst all these variety of strides, a kid was coming my way, marching in his uniform and was holding his mother’s hand! A mere 8-9 year old little man, he seemed to be returning home from school. Kids are amazing, always delightful! What was even more amazing was that he had his eyes closed and had his right arm held open as if in an embrace. He would let his hand brush across other pedestrians and strangers with his eyes closed. He would then laugh and jubilate and open one eye to see who his stooge was!  Continue reading