Random : Evenings

By
'It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream.'- Bern Williams

Picture (C) Privy Trifles



I stood there and dreamt. 

Of beautiful tomorrows, of the endless voyages that have brought me till here, of the not-so-ugly yesterdays and the oh-my-gosh-its-gorgeous todays. Amongst all the evening songs my heart wanted to sing, there was none that was happy. Wonder why evenings are talked about with melancholy. I find them mesmerizing. 

They make me feel all warm and fuzzy from inside. And remind me of those mugs of hot chocolate gulped quicky to go out and play with friends, which later on were replaced with hot cups of coffee gulped quickly with friends because sunset meant it was getting late to reach home. 

Today it reminds of all things that was and all things that can be. Evenings are like stories captured in the canvas of time, one ends only so that another can begin.

Popular posts from this blog

Metro Diaries: The Art of Making Love

By
Image
Image Source: Unpexels (Cottonbro) “Do you know why is it called making love?” He whispered, pulling the comforter closer.  I don’t remember for how long we had been in that room, on that bed. Lying aimlessly, just feeling each other in silence. I managed to just whimper to denote my curiosity.   “Because that is the moment we create love. We are the closest we could ever be to love, in its purest form. It is sheer magic as we are naked, in every form. Mentally, physically and emotionally before that one person, we love. We know they can hurt us, as much as they want to, in the way they want to. But love gives us that power to trust them, that they won’t.”   “And here I was thinking it is a need. Something you want at that moment and you get it!” 
Keep reading »

What is love?

By
Image
The moment I hear the question what is love? My answer always is this. Love is.  Those two words hold the entire meaning of love for me. When I was asked to write about my own version of love, my mind instantly ran to the nearest rescue I could find – music. For me, love is music, a song that your heart dances to and a rhythm that has the capacity to capture your soul. Love is the language of the universe, the one in which one soul converses with the other. 
Keep reading »