Fireflies had always amused me. I had always kept wondering as a child that whether the yellowish orange light of the insect was real fire. I bet all of us have the same question when we see one,and I was no exception. My grandpa had his own way of telling a story and explaining…
Growing Up
I grew up amidst my parents and grandparents, sibling and cousins…a joint family as one calls it. Though you don’t get to see such families a lot these days. Curiously enough our house never had a name plate. I think it’s because there were too many opinions and my grandfather, the eldest of the…
Somewhat a poem
It seems to me sometimes that poetry is composed not only by lines that start and end within the poetic compasses of man’s pen, but even a prose drenched in the sweetness of feelings can form wonderful poetry. Even the daily humdrum life can be subject enough that can suffice the poetic needs of a…
My First blog post
This is my very first attempt in writing a blog. But I seek to employ all my learning and creative instincts in the digital pages of the blog. Each start is special and therefore this blog marks a start of my journey in recording my literary attempts in the ways of technology. So readers…be…
