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The Kite Runner 

Once I was about to leave for college in the morning and my dad suddenly walked up to me and said, Baby don’t do anything wrong that would tarnish the reputation of the family. I was shocked. I smiled and shook my head and left for my classes. 

Some people have a very friendly relationship with their parents. Mine is not such a case. My parents are not strict on the outside but one thing is sure that they mean what they say. They are sometimes friendly, sometimes very formal. My mother often takes a sarcastic note on my behaviour.

Also, they don’t tell me what to do and what not to do like typical parents do. They expect me to understand the situation and do the right thing on myself.

You can fly as high as you want.

But remember that a flying kite is always bound by its threads. 

Your parents, who gave you wings and set you free so that you can achieve the sky

And at the same time they keep you safe from the storm.

Never forget your roots. 


Growing up came quickly. 

This year my friends and I had planned a night out outside main city. It was the first time I really wanted to go outside city with friends and chill. So, I told my parents that I have to attend an event in college which will extend overnight and I’ll stay in hostel. 

They said, yes. I was amused that they believed on my cooked up story. So, when we actually went for the trip, it went well. We had fun and we were safe. Nothing unusual happened except the fact that I was really guilty that my parents trust me so much and I lied to them for such a stupid one day get away with friends. 

The cute fact is when I returned home tired, they asked me how the event went and dad worried that I couldn’t sleep well in the hostel. Oh my God. I swear that I felt moment that these guys love me so much and I’m doing all this.

This incident made me realise the importance I have in their lives and they are in mine.

And you’re not supposed to look back.

You’re supposed to be keep going. 

So, forget whatever mishaps you did. 

Your parents will always hold your kite and never let go of it. 

Sometimes you may feel that the thread is broken, 

but no there might be some bends, 

but the thread can never break. 

Family is not a special thing. Family is everything. Family is going to love you no matter how you are, what you do, what you wear, how you speak. Family never judges you. 

Make your parents feel your presence. They will forget what you said, what you did but they will never forget how you made them feel.

Money can’t buy happiness, but the moments you spend with them, will. 

When someone says they are busy, you should know how it works. One always has a choice and you’re not a priority. Don’t make your parents feel neglected. 

Home is a feeling.

Spend time with grandparents to get their wisdom. Spend time with kids to learn to take life less seriously and being happy without any reason. 

If your parents had bad day at work, try to give a little extra happiness to them. Be the ocean. Giving away drops won’t change the ocean.
Finally I’d like to share what I learnt from my parents, they are very simple people. They never spend a penny on themselves but ensure that their kids get the best opportunities and never feel less. 

Never regret being yourself. Because if you’re truly you then one day people are going to wish they were you.

Yeah, so you already know which people are more important. Once you start staying close to right people, the wrong one will go away. And believe me, whatever you do, your parents will never disown you.

Let’s give 2017 a fresh start. Welcome home. 🙂 


First steps

You have a story.
There are words, waiting to be written.

Everything begins small.
Your little first steps, to climb up to her.
Mother, from where all your stories begin.

You are trying to climb up to her.
With her open arms, she gently, smiles.
Doubtless, you rise up.
Remember, those were your first steps.

Now, you’re all old, and strong,
Yet, you fear to climb the stairs of life.
Why don’t you trust?

Life is a book.
Why don’t you travel?
Why are you struck at the first few pages?

Let the chaos within burst out.
Even if you can’t see it, the story is weaving.
Thread by thread, into the tapestry of life.

And if words fail, hope remains.
For years to come, hope whispers, it’ll be better.
Better, sweeter, happier. Any more?

You leap through the dark mountains,
Follow storms. Yet, reach up to the stars.
Your first steps again. Do they taste the same?

Soaked in memories, happiness hails.
While sorrows make a wiser tale.
Mistakes, faults  — the chapters you accept,
And do not wish to visit again.

The story of the fool you were, the story of the fool you are.
Wrapped up in few words,
One Adventure, called life.

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Do you miss your childhood?

Do you miss your childhood?
I miss the way we took pleasure in small things.
Balloons, candies and cookies.
Even as great things crumbled.

We did hide-n-seek,
And peeped through the bushes,
And danced gaily at celebrations.
Or laughed away when the other fell.
Chased away mum for that glass of milk,
And fancy dad’s return for chocolates.

To chitter, chatter.
And be the teacher’s pet.
Party on getting ten on ten.
Or those birthday treats.
Running fast to get the front seat,
Or take hours to finish the last spoon of mum’s best dish.

Neither we could control the world around,
Nor felt the need for it.
There was not a search for happiness.
Or hiding away from crying.

We took the world as it is and smiled.

Could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt,Yet took joy in the things that made us happy.

If you still miss your childhood,
It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.

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Is there a geek in you?

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by!
~The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
This is perhaps one of the favorite quote of mine. I just felt like sharing.So coming to the topic, is there any geek in you?
Wait do you know exactly who is a geek like? Let me open the dictionary of geeks and extrapolate!

  1. 1.
    an unfashionable or socially inept person.
  1. 1.

    engage in or discuss computer-related tasks obsessively or with great attention to technical detail.

    Now Google says this. Not all exciting! If someone actually a geek would also disagree. :/
    Historically, a geek was a circus person in the sideshow who performed some bizarre feat.

    <But the good news is>

    Lately I’ve been in and around geeks! {Writing this adds a smile on my face :P}
    Geeks are genuine individuals who have an open heart for learning and they are just glued to whatever they’re passionate about! They are not procrastinators or those who waste their time in thinking and not doing!

    I would say, geek is someone who is totally passionate about technology and how it comes alive.
    A geek will not only know about all the cool tech-stuff but dig in more. I mean a geeky guy will not only play games but also create one!

    So geeks are the ones who are analytical and good at understanding stuff, and that too related to technology, which doesn’t click in an ordinary’s mind. So does this mean geeks are extraordinary?
    That’s the word extra, just this word makes you different than a geek!

    There’s a geek in each one of us. Rule of thumb. Like I always say, there’s a poet in each one of us, a geek is also hidden. Came across these little kids doing some cool geeky stuff, I was bewildered, how do they do it!?
    Have  a look!  This kids at Camp-K12 are doing wonders! They are learning technology — the closest thing to magic in 21st century! Agree?

    Kids can learn to code. kids can learn to make android games. Kids can do nearly professional graphic designing!
    Let me take you to the Facebook link. Here.

    Are you surprised? Even I was! I wish I was in 2nd standard at present and had a chance to do these cool things at Camp-K12. Don’t you feel like your childhood missed something, which these kids lucky enough to have.

    I wanna grow up once again! You?

    I’m happy for these kids. There’s a platform to nurture their limitless creativity. Let us too indulge in limitless creativity.
    Think aloud! Think Limitless!

    What’s your pick on this? Let me know.
    And do encourage these kids! they deserve applause!

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Scribbles on the last pages

And when the scribbles on the last pages of your book,
meant a lot more than your story.
And when it’s not about the ending — happy, or sad.
It’s about the story.

So set yourself on fire.
For one day, you will stumble upon someone,
who will ignite a spark within you that will never ever die.

And when such people happen, you’ll know they’re magic!
And when you’ll never have enough, you’ll ever have an illusion.
For whom you’ll never stop looking among st the crowd.
For they are the best chapters of your life.

(v.) to stir, to touch, to move to tears

And when deep inside they’d care the most,
They would pretend they don’t care.
And when you’ll come across the sad part of the story,

you will ever come to find–– that they are not always the ones
whom we spend our lives with.

It would be too late.

After all at the end, we all are just stories.
Each and every soul you meet has to play a part in the story.
While one may take a chapter, others a line or two.

The special ones occupy the exclamations, apostrophes, 
in the happiest sentences of your life.

And then the fire they ignite, may not be the first or the last.
But the only one that lasts forever.
And the only one worth fighting for.

| So I wonder not how well it starts, but how bad it’s gonna end. |
That’s the BOOK OF YOUR LIFE. 

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Someone said, Birthday?

So it happens to occur that yesterday was my birthday, yay.
Here’s my birthday prayer, what I felt, precisely :

Because happiness is true only when shared.
Because life is too short.
And loving more makes you feel alive.
Because laughing out loud,
Brings back the zeal in you.

So never do anything that makes you unhappy.
Because we live each day,
To fill in the blank spaces in life,
With the colors from the kaleidoscope of love.

Yes we are busy, we have priorities,
But just smiling or doing little things for each other,
Can make a lot difference.
Every word has a meaning. And every silence too.
It’s our little world. And you only live once. Mind that.

Yes, we may have ups and downs in life,
Would feel broken. At times shattered.
Nevertheless we try try try,
And we try too hard.
For life shall dance once again.
For if it’s winters, can spring be far behind?

People change, memories don’t.
Birthdays, anniversaries,
Remind us of all the beautiful memories we have had,
With all the souls we pass by, year after year.
And still they bring tears of joy!

Yes, we have got issues, differences,
I may be always annoying to some people,
Or I may find some souls monotonous each day.
Because things change and people leave.
Life doesn’t stop for anybody.

But don’t all we wish a happy ending for each of us?
After all at the end we are just stories!


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Did you feel the happiness? 😀 Did you ever smell a memory?

Do you write stories?

Do you write stories?

Here you own everything that happens to you.
You, your life, your stories.

Want to write one?
So, phrase by phrase.
Add some rain. And it’s smell.
Would you mind adding some noise? Some whispers?
Some glitter of her eyes.

You like sour? You like sweet?
So add some lemony tang or a martini twist.
Some tears. Especially the salty ones!
Some broken strands of hair.
That time in your mother’s lap! ❤
Never ending hugs. Or that gentle kiss?

Won’t you write about those giggles? That laughter.
All that wait and longing.
Some love. Some emptiness?

People, places and memories. Remember some?
Were there any worth writing for?
What were the best things that happened to you in your journey?
And don’t forget write about how it started.

All it needs to wait and see how the story ends.
Or may be it’s not about the ending.
Happy, or sad.
May be it’s about the story. 

After all at the end, we all are just stories.


Do write one. Start today 🙂 In other words I mean, life is short and is meant for living, live it to the fullest. Gather as much memories you can and create a beautiful tale. Do share if you like! and follow the blog for more posts, plus check previous ones, you gonna like them.


This time I am here to share with you some emotions through poetry.



It’s been a long while.

The artist has been painting snapshots from life.
To our surprise, the artist is struck somewhere.

“Everyday I get a new response,
A view from another direction.
I don’t know it’s your mind, soul, heart or you itself.”

It’s changing like seasons.
Everyday a new color added to the canvas!
This leaves the artist with questions, to which she can’t find answers.

“I keep sketching the portrait, started a year ago…”, she said.
Haven’t erased a stroke yet, but adding fresh ones.
Searching for coherency, searching for that familiar face.

The hues are scattered, the corona is spotless.
The picture seems to be muddled in itself.

“Why do you do this!?
Can’t it be more simple?”

This was a poem depicting emotions of an individual who’s trapped
within his or her conscience between right and wrong.
Then a girl came up, listen to what she felt.

She wanted to speak out loud his name to the mountains and hear it back forever.
At least they would reply her back with the same passion.

Let me narrate her story for you.

The Warrior’s Symphony

Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in the countryside,
who had the most winning smile in the entire kingdom.
and the great warrior of warriors, a man.
whose stories of great victories muffled through the kingdom folks.

They past across hundreds of time,
sharing glances or pleasantries.
The girl admired the warrior for his unmatching skills.
For her father was a valiant warrior once.
One day she expressed if she could learn the same.

A season passed, the warrior returned to the land searching for a soldier.
And asked the brave if she wished to learn the art of victory.

She hesitated but it all began.
Now what happened, she sings here aloud.

The warrior taught her to stand alone..
Stand upon the battlefield,
To fight alone,
To face the enemy,
To be her comrade!

Time travels, things change..

“When I listen to his music, it feels like I am listening to my dreams.
Everyday. I wait for you, to come and knock. and teach me the art!
and sit and chat and scribble and laugh and giggle.
To know you it feels I am getting, a glance through myself.
When you go, I feel sheer emptiness.”

This strange feeling she can’t share with him.
When she gets annoyed with everyother person in this world.
Kith and kin can’t unveil her smile.
She makes gestures and faces one couldn’t even imagine.
But as the warrior marks his return from the far far lands..
And look into her eyes, and continue with the lesson,

“All I could do is stand and stare.
Forgetting it all.
I see as you move your sword high.
I see as your lips call my name.”

She learns with heart and is mastering the art!
But this all makes her feel something,
which is still unknown to her and him of course.
To which she has no explanations.
And makes her believe that may be there’s something,
Something he’s missing.

Painting her dreams she worries if he’d shatter them all.
What if he thinks her to be a comrade only.
And she mistook as comrade for life.

She calls his name to the winds,
And feel his presence in the sky.
As they fought together over the moistened mud,
leaving the footprints behind.

A story of living happily ever-after she began to weave,
A story of the mystique village of her dreams.
“I am waiting. And that’s all I could do.”

The warrior princess continues to sing the song and play the notes,
in search of her warrior,
in a hope that someday,
she could find him and never let him go.

She was no longer a little girl heart broken about him,
She was a grown women who smiled at it all,
but they were all wet smiles.

Finally what she realized is worth reading!
Let’s have a glance to her letter to the warrior, her mentor.

She writes,

What occurred to me is beyond your imagination

You have been teaching me the skills a warrior should possess for almost a year or so.
But folks ask me why did you chose him to learn there were many other valiant warriors
who were there to guide you girl! They started making a notion of her getting attached to
the warrior emotionally. Then even I asked myself the most obvious question whether
I like you or not, but I didn’t have an obvious answer to it.
Seasons passed, I ignored these feelings and continued with my training.
One day it again occur to me am I going in the right direction? Isn’t this wrong?

She finally came to a conclusion that Life is about sharing happiness!
She was certainly attached to the warrior but it was a divine belonging, not selfish,
it was a relationship between a teacher and a student. People come across our lives,
some leave footprints forever, they are to be held in awe, respected and treasure them
for being there. We want to see them happy, because there we find happiness, without any reason.

10414590_746963628697862_6838341383888667151_nBe happy like a child, for no reason.
If you have reason, you are in trouble.
Because those reasons could be taken away from you.

On a closing note I would like to say feel free to share your emotions, Life’s all about sharing!