When he had a drink too many which gave him the courage to express his feelings but....
An emotion expressed can be deceitful and sometimes conflicts with the general way of expressing it. A tear of Joy can be a thousand times stronger than a smile (and is never fake), whereas a Smile can be an upside-down umbrella to cover the depression or evilness inside.
Unsplash Harry Potter and Haiku on my three favourite characters He loved her, Always!And then he died for whom hisbeloved sacrificed. His heart was biggerThan his enormous stature.Beloved Gate-Keeper.His eyes were crescentHis beard shined like his spellsThe guardian we'all need. PS- I just loved how these three characters always cared for Harry in their own… Continue reading My 3 favorite characters from Harry Potter (Other than the golden trio)
To win anything in life, there are 2 players. One of them is always on your side. She just needs your trust to let her control whatever you can't. That player is, GOD. The other one is the difficult one to handle. In most of the cases, this player is the deciding factor because it… Continue reading How to win anything in life?
When I was a child there was a test on simile once. I wasn't prepared at all. So, I improvised. As brave as MY YOUNGER BROTHER TAKING INJECTION As pure as MUMMY As sour as MEDICINE As sweet as DAIRY MILK As white as WHITE CRAYON As far as NANI's HOME But she didn't scold… Continue reading When I was a Child #2
People may call it naive, or innocence, but when I was a child, I always thought that the world is alongside me: The Moon follows me. The railway tracks play with me. The trees whisper in my ears with their fluttering leaves. The river babbles and tickles my feet. And the weather gets breezy, pleasant… Continue reading When I was a Child
It's never the gift alone but the thought that goes behind it, and the love that goes with it which make it special for the receiver. That's why I write long birthday posts for my close friends and relatives. Because that's the best I could gift them: my time, my words and our memories. So,… Continue reading The Art of Gifting
He craved for a magic pencil. His father told him that if he behaves properly and keeps a sketch of what he wants beneath his pillow for a week, it will manifest. Everything went well till he placed the picture of his late mother beneath the pillow. It didn't manifest. It became moist. Somethings are… Continue reading His Pillow Fairy