Stumbling into Euphoria

How will you preserve these moments when you yourself will decay someday,  How will you immortalize these memories when you yourself are mortal These thoughts make frequent visits every time I'm in a happy space with him, my grandfather. The fine graceful lines on his face remind me of every effort done to bring a smile on my face. The wrinkles on his forehead seem like the hardened paths of sweat that must have dripped while he was working hard. Aging you see is an ineliminable part of our journey. Every time I look at him I'm only left happy and content. At one, he fixed my red baby chair on his Kinetic and we toured the city almost everyday. At four, my winter afternoons were a delight when he bought my favorite candies. I saw magic when he burned piece of newspaper by positioning his spectacles between sun and paper. At fourteen, he taught me how to ride his kinetic. Today at 18, I still live my best moments when he's around.  Out of the many difficult task...

Today, sun swiped the dark clouds and happiness made itself loud. I danced and embraced the light while doubt and madness together picked a fight I didn't let them win, ofcourse they matter as small as a pin. I try to weave art using 26 strings(the alphabets) but rightly said, "Words escape your senses when you need them the most".  It was RL.Stein's Goosebumps that I picked 8 years ago which made me realize my love for reading. Few years later Khaled Hosseini made me cry after I read 'The thousand splendid suns'. The book MOVED me. I was amazed at the human potential to bring together the 26 alphabets and produce a book which in itself was larger than life. Since then there's been no turning back. I try to make sense each day. I might not have the perfect ideas and I'm surely not a writer writer (as in the professional writer) but deep down the seed is embedded. The roots are profound. Just the flower needs blossoming. I hope what I...