Back to the times when earth was only green and blue, there lived a boy, furious as the fire, sparkling as the star, swift as a deer but intelligent, well, only as a piece of rock.
Oh, he was as good as he could be in everything everyone would envy but for one thing but his brain that would never be by his side.
Hebba was his name and his best friend was Murra the rhino.
They would take a walk together in the evening. Hebba would sit on Murra's hefty back.While Murra would focus on chewing all the soft greens that came his way, Hebba would focus on shooting with his bow and arrow at whatever came his way.
Hebba's favorite ways of passing days was sharpening his arrows with a little rock, painting them with colors obtained from petals and climbing on a tree he called 'Mush Mush', then shooting arrows in that one direction always.
He wondered where all his arrows disappeared, not that he never tried to find them, but all in vain.
His bowstring was made of hareskin and it would recoil with all its mighty force.Maybe that's why his arrow would go so far to never be found.
Hebba would still think someone somewhere would be collecting all his colorful arrows or maybe someone would even come searching for him through his arrows.
Who knows?

Happy as they were but seasons changed, of rains and drought and then time came when Hebba started growing up with Murra and then came a dust of little knowledge as we would call it today in Hebba's little brain which failed to keep pace with Hebba's growth.
As days passed by, Hebba started growing uncomfortable staying alone, not that Murra wasn't there and Alas! did he start questioning  his own existence?
As a child, he remembered seeing his own kind.
Where had they gone?
Or had he fallen from that cliff only to fall on little Murra's back just to find himself separated from the rest of his kind.
Why had no one come to look for him? Or was it Murra who had called him?
Murra seemed to only enjoy the grasses, why would he never tell him much?
He only shaked his head in joy or sorrow or whatever he felt.
Murra had friends, more than one, of his own kind unlike Hebba and Hebba would envy this fact.
Hebba and Murra together would play with the rest of the lot all day long. Hebba seemed to have enjoyed this game all his life until this dust came into his brain bringing questions which never mattered until recently.

Hebba started feeling lonely even in a crash of rhinos.
So that one night , without telling Murra, Hebba continued to walk .

To where, oh he didn't know.

How far ?
He didn't know that either.
Tired and thirsty Hebba could walk no more and he collapsed as they would say .
Did he fall off the cliff again over some other Murra ?
Oh no! No no !
Hebba was there where no one would want to be!
Fire and arrows and some scary looking people all around Hebba who was now tied to a trunk.

They were so alike yet so different!
Where was murra?
Did he also not come to look for him?
A splurge of terror ran across Hebba's shivering lean naked body of now 14.
He gulped his fears and was thrilled to notice these fearful creatures of his own kind.
Have they found him back, have they tied him so he doesn't fall off that cliff over Murra who was just too lazy to come along and only busy eating grass!
Maybe .
And what was that?

Those colorful arrows in the hands of a tender, lean dark figure, hairs unkempt and much longer than hebba, those eyes glowing fiery red from the reflection of flames from across.. smiling in Hebba's direction. Oh why had that figure captivated Hebba's eyes that made him forget of his fears?
So this is why he ran that night ?
To be with his own kind? Was this the answer to all his questions? Was his dream and envy to be with his own kind now going to get fulfilled?  What we dream of is what we truly want ? Does running away in order to answer our ever questioning brain really worth? Had Hebba found the cure to his loneliness? Now surrounded by his own kinds, were they really his own? What awaits Hebba who ran away leaving Murra alone only to put the blame on Murra?

Has he got what he was searching for?Maybe.

Forgetting all the questions that his little brain could not handle, Hebba smiled back in her direction still gazing at his sharp colorful arrow awaiting whatever may come, surrendering himself to the unveiled mysteries of life and accepting destiny.


We are born, we live, we grow, we sit back and one fine day we all see the end to our ravishing journeys.

As with time, the art of acceptance is the one to master for human beings of reasonable age. By reasonable I mean all those who know what is happening around them, how life is treating them and how they respond to the treatment.

Accept all the good and the bad as it falls your way. Accept love when it comes, accept criticism, accept hatred, accept a companionship, accept the loss and gain, all in all, accept life. These are all part and parcel of a long journey and the more we accept changes and the environment around us, the more we grow through them.
There is no journey too smooth and yet no desert without an oasis. No night without a day and no sea without a shore. Accept all within. The days when you do well are yours and so are the ones when you fall. Accept the rise and fall. The moments of birth and demise, love and separation, joys and tears are all your moments. Embrace each one without any discrimination.

 An old man, looking through his life, sitting at the corner of his room, has retired. He worked hard all through his life, supported his family, raised two beautiful and  children. He desired a decent abode, a fine car and successful children. Today, he has everything he wished for, however his children are gone, his house is quiet with just his wife, his car lying in the garage as he has not many places to go. He looks back and then he looks here. What had he lost ? What was all that he was missing ? Didn’t he have everything today. Somehow what he couldn’t accept was life. He retired and suddenly all his social circle vanished, a fat salary turned into meagre income. We will all grow old. No matter how hard we work today, we all will retire someday and that would be the time to accept the little pleasures of life. Doing the small little things that we always wanted to do, learning new things that we never had time for. Every phase of life has its own purpose. Read in between the lines and figure out what is in store. Life is best when it’s mighty ways are accepted. Let the rain fall over your window pane and listen to the song it hums. Life definitely is one beautiful track.


You are back with a million dollar smile

The happiness in your eyes

The light shining through your soul

Making the days so bright

And the nights so peaceful

There you stand far away

Yet so near my newly formed world

Its all your aura I begin to see

Need no words to define this

Nor complicated words to write

Life is simple again with the simplicity you offer me

Here I am with a new day and a new me !

Life Beyond Life

This road had always been clear

Free from dust and turns

She had walked it all her life

And she walks it day and night


That day through the road

Was strange and long and lone

Giving a dose of kenopsia

It wasn’t that anyway


She walked to find a turn so sharp

Some broken trees and twigs

A petal crushed beneath her feet

A flower dying and crying


Her hurried legs made a pause

She failed to find the cause

How things had stayed the same

Through dark and light and start


A storm so strong had passed

A night before the dark

It broke the road she walked

The only one she knew


That  she thought was life

As stable as it was

No changes not even subtle

Could change the traversed path


Stuck in storm the  midway

She dint know where to go

Take a turn from where she came

Or scout a brand new way


She took the road ahead that showed

And fell into the cracks

Life seemed over within that fall

A valley of darkness hailed


But, there she lay on a bed of flowers

At the end of all the end

She found a life beyond her  life

Had it not been for the fall






A false feeling of self worth based on opinions of others.
In that case our personality is defined not by ourselves but by others.
When we are clearly aware of what constitutes us, it would hardly matter what others think of us.
Ego issues come when we are unable to adjust with changes made by others .

The Silly Soul

The picture suddenly sent through a gush of good vibration. Had it not been for the smile. It was there all the time but then she knew it was the moment. The same moment when the world suddenly seems to lose pace, everything around stops being in motion like someone pressed a pause button. It had happened before and it was happening then. She could so strongly feel it. That moment which seems to last forever until some external pokes you for your weird behaviour. She smiled as she knew instantly what was happening and clearing her throat and dissolving her smile she looked as firm as she could, yet feeling funny inside, cleared the air around her whilst the other person kept introspecting. This was it, if she had to stand in a palisade and had to tell the exact time and description of the event, she could. It’s a great feeling to feel the helpless  fall she thought. Falling a prey was so easy for her. What she thought as a moment of joy was soon to become a sub drop of  emotions.

Follow what- a story

Wondering whether she did a mistake by saying no to any contact for two days, she picked up her phone and dialled the same number thousands of miles away. To her dismay, no voice came from the other side and thoughts good and not so good started pouring in. She had fallen a prey to it again, she thought. A sad old feeling started sinking in. Was she there already? It had only been 21 days and a few more. Her belief in 21 days theory was coming true which said you only need 21 days to either form or break a habit. It did not make her too happy. She knew it was all said and done and expectation was just a part of this game. Her brain was resisting any more burden of responsibilities and her heart had started taking over. She was struggling hard to decide which one should reign. She had found a perfect picture which she knew somehow that she would never be able to own. This made her think and although it had been a short while, her decision was awaited. Brain or heart ?

Momentous highs and lows of love

It’s all in the moment.
We fall in love in a moment .
Come out of it in a moment.
What remains is the journey in between those two moments that makes up the rest of our lives.
The face u can’t resist looking at becomes the one you can’t look at .
Impulsiveness to repulsiveness in just a moment. From longing to meet to changing your path when you cross, the voice so melodious turning into croak, a smile to light up your world turning into an evil laugh that always belonged to darkness and death.
What gave pleasure becoming the only source of third degree, happiness to depression …all the evil skillful work of a moment. In and out in a moment. High and low in a moment.
So which moment to believe in?
Where does the truth lie in between these two? Are they both right or are they both wrong? Are they for real or just a fool’s paradise?
Oh this work of craft turning into witchcraft, tell me who you are?
Do I embrace you or let go of you?
Think maybe ..you may get your answer in a moment.

Predicting good

Sometimes you think this world is all about a Roland for an Oliver. You be good and they’ll be good, you be bad , they’ll be bad.  Not really though. You be bad they’ll incontrovertibly be bad, you be good ; well, they’ll see whether to be good or not. Virtuousness is to a greater extent dependent on what we want from others rather than acting in accordance with what they have done to us. It’s arduous to predict the environment based on your own deeds exclusively. We are illusioned to think that all will remain good as we have stayed good and people to follow will follow us. We are, however, only responsibe for the immediate environment around us created by ourselves, not to look or predict any further, for what others do has no pertinence to your act nor does it gets influenced by what you do or have done. So be good if you want to but don’t expect your associates to do the same to their associates.