My playlist is crammed with old songs that I am listening to since my University days. I am just too lazy to clean up my disk. Some of them still serve as an awesome reminder of the good ol’ days and I love listening to them over and over. Perfect mood changers for me as they are, I’m sharing my little list with you.
Cry – A Walk To Remember
A Walk To Remember seems way back but it never loses its charm. I’m taken back to the first time I watched this movie and cried. This song never fails to take me into another feeling altogether! Continue reading →
Instead of struggling with something perfect, I decided on a completely random, imperfect watercolor portrait. It’s been a long while since I experimented, so what started as a serious female portrait ended up being a watercolor fun splash. Anyways, here’s to fun, randomness and killing the boredom!
You might write not because you have to say something, but because you have something to say. Writing is like a muscle, the more you wear it out, the more it grows. And like any other exercise, you must work out this muscle regularly, if not every day. Write because you want your words to grow into something powerful. It is like a work of art, a brilliant painting that every observer can see and derive his or her own meaning. Write because you want to reach out and touch hearts; because you know this is the most civil way of winning people over. Words are the safest bridge between two people. The writer writes in a way to get his reader to understand, and so, they are already working towards a mutual agreement. Continue reading →
I bought two pieces of canvas a couple of weeks back intending to transition from water colors to oil colors. There was a time when I hated the idea of having to use water colors in my drawings thinking they are fit for toddlers only. But I was wrong. Water colors are endlessly fun and there is so much you can do with them with so many different techniques available.
Coming back to my new canvas, I was discouraged when I rattled through my art supplies and found that the kind of oil paints I had required a thing or two more. And that’s where I hit this new idea, and loved it already. Using my doodle pieces, I decided to make 3D patterns on canvas that were simple, yet a good way to cover my walls. Continue reading →
What is more to this life than being concerned for the one after it? I read someone’s status that said, “The only one who can satisfy this heart is the One who made it”. I learnt once you grow up, you lose that feeling of comfort you always get on your mother’s pillow. Owe it to your responsibilities or your new worries about practical life, but that phase is long gone. I would be lying if I said I don’t miss that part of life. Who doesn’t? I can achieve that state of pure innocent bliss if I try real, real hard. I can close my eyes hard on my mother’s pillow or I can hug her so tight, may be I can get there somehow but it doesn’t come easy. Continue reading →
So this is life. This crazy, this unpredictable, strange but beautiful thing we call life. This thing people accuse so much of, life is cruel, to state one.
You know what? This is the best gift God gave you because He wanted you to see His Beauty. Do you see that cute bird chirping outside your window? Do you see how soothing this stillness of dawn is? And look at the grand way the sun is making its entry. Smile and welcome the day. You work, you laugh, you cry, all in a day’s work.
This life is beautiful. It’s truly amazing.
Even if you feel sad, be thankful to God for giving you a heart that feels. You’re better than many who don’t. Though it really isn’t much, but take that as a small chunk of something that might make you feel better.
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks no with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath love’s mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguil’d.
She always gazed intently at the dying sun, sitting on her favorite rock, and me? Well, I always sat on the sand, playing with a stick. She seemed to be talking to the sun and I never interfered. It was like they were trying to reach some important conclusion so I left them to themselves.
Today was just the same; we were at the beach and she was talking to the sun. She found solace in this place. I was her best friend; she often told me that, I was someone she always came running to when something went wrong. How many times she had come home to me crying bitterly because someone hurt or betrayed her. She was naive and I joked about how she only found idiots. I loved her, she did too. She just didn’t know it. Continue reading →