The Spyglass

 When was the last time you asked someone how they are feeling and got a genuine response????? I know what is in your mind " What the hell!!! It's just been a few minutes ago and I got a good or mediocre reply." Read the question again, when was the last time when someone who is not so close to u talked about something terrible they are going through? We all have a nature of seeing people who don't reach out to us as being too busy with their stuff or worse, 'has changed a lot and outgrown old friends'. I don't know why old friends who have been so close to you once or mere acquaintances speak to u after months and begin with the weirdest question "Have you forgotten me?"  Wow!! doesn't that seem like the best opening line?  But No. Hey people,  Didn't take another year, but did take quite a few months to transfer my thoughts to my fingers. I know you are in a dilemma with all those questions and a weird title (maybe not an expected way t...

Hey people,   No idea why Iam here😇 ....I know that was not a welcoming sentence,that too when someone is writing something after ages...  A few days ago, by chance I had to look into this page and  I just read some of the stuff I had written before and... Boom!!! I got the inspiration to write more... No!!! that did not happen... It took me even more days to start typing something.... WHY... ?? !! A whole lecture about why Iam here is not what you are truly expecting for.  I will just speak out... wait !  that is not how you say that.... I will write out what was in my mind for a very long period of time (now it sounds right 😊) I have been brooding over this day in and day out. But to frame it into sentences was a huge responsibility... Adulting😶‍🌫️ That was what I was trying to speak about...(write about, I mean) You realize that you are into the next phase of your life from very small things that happen around you.From the moment your dear ones start aski...

 Hai everyone,  I am back with some loose thoughts that have been recurring for a while now. So I thought of sharing it with you... here it goes ...     Who is your best friend???..... If someone asked me this question a few years back, I would have given them a definite answer. But today if someone asks me this same question, I would think and think and think and finally come up with a list of people who have been the best I could have at certain moments of my life.     Just go to a kid and ask this question. You may get a name or two. These names would be of the ones who play with them, laugh with them, and make them happy every now and then. As a kid, this was the same notion that I had, but as I grew older this concept of friendship- a best friend is the one who makes you happy- struck me hard. So I rephrased it into something more convincing- a best friend is someone who would never leave your side and stay with you in all your ups and downs. This seem...

Hello everyone,      I just came across something last day and I wanted to share my happiness with you. It was a small gift wrapped up in a pink chart paper and bound with a golden sellotape. This one discovery, made my day. Ecstatic would be a lesser word to express what I felt, it was way beyond that. Before telling what was inside, let's travel back, approximately two years back.      It was summer vacation and as usual, a time to visit your relatives (a ritual which was popular before the coronavirus invaded our lives). That summer my cousin came to visit us, the only time of the year that we get to meet her. My cousin, then a 10-year-old girl was in that particular stage of childhood when the only words that get repeated are "let's play something."  At this same time, I was a lazy 21 year old, but was too fond of kids that I would play with them day in and day out just to see those little faces light up with happiness. And yes, therefore we were t...

Hello people,  How were all those moments of waiting? How were all those memories you embraced? That wide smile... Come along with that, there is more to see... Out of the stadium... left or right? Definitely not right because, there in the far end, you can find a board reading "ladies hostel".  It's not because that place isn't one among my favourites, but it's because that place was so dear that words would fail to describe it. The place that saw every part of me, the place that taught me how different threads can be woven together into the warmest blanket. If I begin to speak about the sharing, caring, and the sleepless nights, it would go for on and on. Every tiny plant, every single wall there would tell you how some girls lived there.  So we move to the left... Walk and walk and walk (yes sometimes especially the morning walks to the department seems to take an eternity.)  Obviously, as you guessed, because we are always late. And off to the Department of En...

The darkness seeping in... The tiny stars peeping through the sky... The moon that grows brighter... How is the cool, fresh night air??? Come on guys, relax and let's begin our stroll... Back through the same road except for the darkness and the eeriness. Apart from these strange weird feelings, the night here holds on to something peaceful, beautiful, and mysterious.  Don't expect the university nights to be silent. We'll go back to the same trap and you will see students still there, chatting and laughing and merrymaking. This is one thing about this place, be it 1, 2, or 3in the morning, you can see people wide awake here.  The trap...The circle... Can you hear the leaves whispering... Look at that forlorn Banyan tree standing all alone amidst the noises. Every single leaf on that tree is chuckling at all the silly things happening around. Just look at them and you would forget the voices in your head, only one thing left ... serenity... The night air brings in all the f...