*Ding Dong* "New arrival. Please proceed to the nearest entrance on your left." He opened his eyes and followed the instructions. The entrance led to a crowd of grey haired fellows carrying around baskets as swiftly as teens. An old woman in a baseball hat and an intimidating shade of lipstick approached him. "Newbie, here's… Continue reading Overkilled
I love this text on a brand new draft. It welcomes the countless possibilities that could fill this page. Talking about writing, I have realized that I have never really told you how I came to love writing. I never intended to write. I loved to read. Well, I think I inherited my love for… Continue reading Why I write
I enjoy watching the windmills. They look so surreal and calming. Sometimes when I am unable to sleep, I think about them rotating pensively, and I close my eyes to be taken many miles away in my car passing by the windmills, which generously blow me a kiss that ruffles my hair through the open… Continue reading Windmills
Hello there! I have been away for some now. I am sorry for no being able to read some of your posts but I will try my best to catch up. 😊 Stay safe everyone! Today I am sharing an old post of mine. I thought it would be apt for International Chess Day… Continue reading Happy Chess Day!
"Promise me that no matter what happens you will always remember..." "Remember what?" asked pooh sleepily. "You are braver than you believe stronger than you seem and smarter than you think", Christopher Robin smiled. "But the most important thing is that even if we're apart we'll always be together." *** Unknown to many Winnie-the-Pooh is… Continue reading Why I still love Winnie-the-Pooh
The waves still crash onto the shore momentarily, inquisitively, playfully to merely check on her. The waves talk to her in their own musically serene way, giving her life lessons as she laughingly immerses her feet into the cool water. A huge change since they befriended each other. Another ocean demon gone soft... *** She… Continue reading Waves
Was it a dream? I opened my eyes, half intoxicated by the seemingly supernatural power engulfing me. My eyes could not be deceiving me.There I was, standing outside this beautiful enchanting door towering before me, a strange, eerie but mystifying melody bewitching my ears. The only other thing that fell upon my ears was a… Continue reading Not Pretentious but Subtle, yet Beautiful