A Bag of Thoughts

after a long day, or when you realise it isn’t working, or when the blue of the sky is blurred out by the grey of the clouds, just a cup of coffee doesn’t help, not me, a caress on the cheek or a nice compliment doesn’t either, not me, it’s the slow, ethereal melodies and the catchy guitar notes and the syncing of the voice with the haughty beat, this is what makes my day feel real, my existence a little more substantial, my beliefs more believable. anticipating the bridge of the song having heard it over and over, having it placed in your heart, ears perking up wherever there's a beat similar to that of the song’s, goosebumps breaking out at an unexpectedly touching lyric. what’s the best? when you’re away from everyone, in a happy place, the weather irrelevant as long as there’s a book in hand, the sound of music to rely on, that there shall always be a world to run away to, a world where i can pretend as if this one doesn’t exist, always, t...

a cat padding down a street is surprised, its senses are enveloped with bursts of snapping crackers, welcoming exclamations, warm tea-lights that light up each dark corner. every house on the street flaunts its own variety  of fairy lights illuminated by countless flames and  a devotion impossible to put into words. it’s incredible how one flame is enough to give birth to another five  or more, is enough to irradiate joy,  anticipation and hope, in the form of a  brilliant yellow light. and when night falls, houses resonate with  the zealous ringing of bells  and  a pure smell of flowers, sweets and liquid wax wafts all around inviting the hidden and awaiting  to a sumptuous, rich Indian dinner later. families with each member’s forehead smeared with vermillion they serve and share love  and food, and they laugh, and gift, and plan for the years ahead. but ever...