Once a beacon of light, now a tourist spot.No, not the temple. The lighthouse that once showed harbour to ships on stormy nights. Now it beckons land travellers and photographers like me who look for stillness in the backdrop of tides. I could be a lighthouse keeper. I could trim the wicks. I too, do... Continue Reading →
Are you a morning person or a night person? Morning. I say without missing a beat. What do mornings have, that evenings don't? Potential.
"A whole day of darkness,at night, came forth the light. Colors, shying under the sun, now came alive."
It is so hard, after a storm blows out your candle, to find lighter in the dark. SHIVANI | MADAM EARTH
I do not see you when I close my eyes, I see a darkness which is you. I do not see your face when I open my eyes, but you are the reason I open them. You are not my first thought in the morning, nor my last before I sleep. You are in every... Continue Reading →
Alone - what a melancholic word. You want soiree, klatsch for your kaffee - the more the merrier. You dress your part, the shinier the better; you spritz your choice scent, smear the red lipstick, let your tresses loose or up in a do. It’s a promising evening, but mascara should be waterproof. You never... Continue Reading →