Tag: WRITING

It has been raining continuously for three days. The rain had stopped in the morning for few hours,

but the skies looked angry. It seemed as if the clouds would burst out any moment.

Palpitations among people were visible early in the morning. Those who had gone to their offices, were ditching their bosses and returning home as fast as possible without even stepping in the periphery of their offices.

I was simply looking at the situation from a viewer’s perspective and found that the situation was not normal for anyone and the rain was truly the king making everyone think of their cosy homes.

Amongst those who were in the spate of returning fast home, I saw a young father carrying his son and he was walking rapidly, and the traffic couldn’t disturb him. He walked in a fast, steady pace.

They too seemed to be in a hurry to go back home.

The way the father had taken up his son in his lap astonished me for the son was aged about six-seven years of age, and maybe the son was tired, so his father was carrying him. It unusual for a parent to carry their children when they have crossed the age of three or four, and the distance he already walked wasn’t less either. The road’s other end was at a far off end.

Rain brings so many memories, so much happiness, so much glee, but it also brings out human nature, which is of love, care and bond.

Adios!

A feather in one’s hair,

Was a surprise to the people all around.

They looked at him,

In question.

But stopped short of asking any.

A feather in one’s hair,

Means a sign of being extraordinary,

But what if a man simply puts a feather in his hair?

Then that would be said to be to the latest fashion.

It’s hard to decide what is right or wrong.

A feather in one’s hair,

Is a sight rarely seen.

Adios!

The blues eyes,

Of a small elephant,

Who lived in the fairy world,

Were magical.

He could produce ten gems at a time,

Of green, blue, yellow and pink colours,

But his magic could only work at dawn.

One day the fairy Godmother,

Needed gems of blue and orange colour,                 

At dawn,

For a big spell to protect the fairy world,

But the jeweller gnome had fallen asleep,

And couldn’t be woken up from his dreams.

Soon, the fairy Godmother called for the little elephant,

Who was sleeping in his house,

Which was a big banyan tree.

The little elephant with sleep in his eyes,

Went to the royal palace before the fairy Godmother,

And before she could ask his help,

He had rubbed his eyes and few gems of blue, orange, yellow colours fell on the palace floor.

Before the Fairy God mother could ask his permission for taking and using his gems,

He fell asleep and was taken to the royal suite,

Where he slept till his sleep was over.

In the morning,

He was handsomely rewarded by the Fairy God Mother,

And a title of being the Royal member of the palace,

Was bestowed upon him.

The little elephant was ecstatic,

But he still preferred his old home,

And went there soon after the celebrations were over.

Every morning as a gift,

He was sent a sumptuous breakfast by the Fairy God Mother,

Which he shared with his friends.

All across the fairy land he was loved by all.

The little elephant was wasn’t a little elephant anymore.

He became the one who had helped the fairy God Mother,

And was sorted by everyone.

But that didn’t change even a bit.

He was and will be what he was.

Adios!