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The Bofors Howitzer stood strong in all its glory, and in front it stood two people. The little boy was in absolute awe of the grandiosity of the machine. The giant wheels and the extended barrel left him in wonder. His grandfather had felt the exact same stream of emotions some thirty years ago when he first operated on the beast. It was a long time ago, but being in the presence of the Howitzer again had sent him down the memory lane. He smiled as he remembered some of the most cherished momen...
A cold and dark December morning. A thick mist hangs over the dawn. His boat pierces through the calm glacial waters. The mist does not deter him, for he has rowed in many such mornings before. What most dearly awaits him, is not the destination nor his duty, but the migratory birds. Over the years, they have become his most cherished friends who come to see him once a year. The only sounds heard in this serenity are that of the flapping of wings and of him sprinkling sunflower seeds around him....
My journey begins from when I'm cocooned within my parents and when they burst open, I was left alone for the wind to take care of me. It was only a matter of time that I was buried deep in the ground to sprout to life from there. Once this hard work was done, my friends and I went for a leisure ride at the weaving place and ended up looking all lean and funny. We couldn't stop laughing at each other that day. But the next day separated us for the different kinds of work we were destined for. I ...
The very embodiment of contentment is when you live amongst such chaos and still call your workplace 'paradise'. When you are sure about your own opinions and choices, despite that certainty missing in obtaining the indispensables.
Everyone wants a good kid who listens to what they say and behaves maturely.
But ultimately it's those innocent, yet naughty monkey-like tricks and tantrums that would be missed.
Reality and feet that tie her firmly to the ground- Her vehicle has 3 wheels.
Expectations and heart that reaches the skies- Just one more wheel to lose to soar like an eagle above.
At times I sit solitary
Nursing my wounds,
Embracing my fears,
Introspecting; Contemplating; Reflecting.
Looking for hues to enliven my life with,
Little realizing that the umbrella of the spectrum of colours is just round the corner.
And thus I walk through the sands of time,
Escaping dark shadows; facing the sun,
Hoping to create an impression.
Leaving footprints intense enough,
Just to be a debossed memory
With a sole desire to escape oblivion.