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Grateful For A Moment

Sometimes, we end up getting what we badly need in life. It had been a long time since I took a break from work. Thanks to lockdown and proximity to office, I was one of the chosen few who relentlessly went to work. Days went by, months passed and yet, there I was busy meeting deadlines. Maybe, the fact that I was nearing burnout had reached God. Hence, it resulted in the most favourite moment of this week, a statement that I was to stay at home for 14 days. 14 days of bliss, 14 days of peace, 14 days of self development and relaxation.  For some people such a dictact would imply pain and torture. After all, who wants to leave the rat race and squander 14 previous days! Yet, for people like me (Yes, I know I am not alone!) these 14 days are a welcome break, a diversion from monotony.  So beginning today, it would be my endeavour to express my gratitude using prompts. Hence, based on today's prompt, let me describe... My favourite moment this week has been th

Apart Yet Together

I never knew I'd meet you, And that you'd look beyond my scars, Though we aren't meant to be, Time with you my happiest hours. Its been ages since I've felt this way, You touched corners I never knew, We are in two different worlds, Yet I am glad my world is you. Happy that I met you, We did meet for a reason, You are my earth I am your sky, Our paradise, our horizon. You've given me million reasons, To laugh, blush and smile, I've never felt this happy, You've made my life worthwhile. I could go on writing, Oh! So many things to say, You're etched in my soul, I'm glad we met this way. Its not easy to be us, You are wind and I am fire, But the feelings we have inside, Will cater for every desire. No matter where life takes us, Roads keeping us apart, Though separated by distance, Always connected at heart. Love can fade, hearts can break, But we are shore and the sea, Tog

Loved By A Writer

You are loved by a writer my love, You will remain alive for eons to come, in the hearts of lovers. You will be a beacon for those who wander in search of a muse, a symbol, that love is eternal. And till there is you, there is love, And a hope that for every ending, there is always a new beginning.


There are days when I want to rave and rant, cry till my eyes turn puffy. Today is one of them. 'Turn to your friends,' my mind says. 'I can't,' I reply. Its not that I dont trust them. Oh, yes I do. I trust them with my life. Yet, a part of me wants to do it alone. With nobody asking questions and me not wanting to reply. I don't want to answer. In fact, I have no answers. And then...I hear a familiar sound. 'Pitter patter, pitter patter,' it goes. Sounds like the nursery rhyme I had learnt in my childhood. Smiling to myself I run to open the door and step out. 'Finally,' I mused to myself. Standing there getting drenched, my tears run down my cheeks. All my pent up emotions finding an outlet in the open. No judgements, no bias. Only me, my pain and raw emotions. Who says that only humans can be friends? I found one...RAIN. P.S: The illustration is by an amazing artist called Pascal Campion and this