A day in March, and thoughts of you

In this month of March, when spring should have been, I'm half blinded by the sun blaring into my face. And yet beneath strands of loose hair, hazy brown in light, there's a smile radiant inspite of the heat and exhaustion. There is an absence of wind in this static day, but the entropy of…

Down the stepwell of questions

So, today was pretty much insignificant. Insignificant, i.e.- something that doesn't hold importance. Right? But what's important and what's not? That is the question.    Shakespeare makes an appearance in my head, and says: "Human emotions and beauty is... " Hawking says: "God plays dice, whatever is important, isn't here, isn't this!" Rowling came, and…

I’ve been busy…

Replaying stuff. Rewinding it. Watching it play with my heart, mingle with my mind, and gently push some tears of joy. Replaying in slow motion. Then fast. Then normally. Then thinking about so much that changed, and so much that remained the same. Toying in my mind with 'what if's' and 'why not's' and 'what…