When you write something beautiful, its not just your story

Every time I read a beautiful book that truly inspires me, retains my attention and makes me think of it after I’ve once read it. I keep on thinking, imagining situations, making hypothetical situations and living an unreal yet happy life.

A book has all. It has the strength to change your mood, it can make you think differently and suddenly make you cry from within. And just after a few pages it makes you laugh like you never did before.

In short, a book can make a dream come true. A book can be a tool to make some of your best dreams possible which would otherwise be impossible. So your book, is not just your book. I really wonder, how could a few writer create their own world and make so many character in it. And every other person that reads the book remember the character. May be when two strangers meet, and they happen to have read the same book, suddenly start talking about it. So they are absolutely no strangers.

I have a great desire to write a book once in my life. When I read my own post, i really try hard to imagine does my writing has any of the writer thing?

Why am I so shy to share my story to the world?

Why do I need to be anonymous to share whats the real me?

What am I afraid of ?

So today, I call every writer out there, who come to read this post, Please share your story here. Be bold and remove that anonymous tag, because your story will bring you another life.




The passerby admirer

Those water droplets over the leaf looks so beautiful.
Shining like a diamond.
Unfortunately it is not exactly how it seems.

The leaf has refused the droplets. It’s slipping slowly.

Proud Droplets understood that it’s better to leave silently without anyone noticing. No one wants to get caught crying. So it left trying to keep a smile.
Whereas the water patch, which was lucky enough for acceptance is happy though it was mostly avoided by every passerby, as everyone was busy praising the shining Droplets.
This is how life is. Anyone smiling is not always happy. Introverts are not always alone.
We all have dreams and therefore we all will have problems. And most of the people won’t understand and that’s perfectly alright. So no matter who says what, just say to yourself, “I’m fine” and walk away with a smile.

A Homecoming

Today accidentally this lizard came inside my room. He was quite scared. Struggling to move over slippery surface. I had to move him out of my room with considerable effort.
But after coming back to his home, he was quite relaxed.



Have you ever find yourself in a situation where you desperately want that someone should come and help you. Someone who comes to rescue you when everything is so blur that you are at the verge of giving up? If yes then you must be already knowing whats the importance of helping someone.

So whenever you find someone in difficulty or scared, do help him out. The joy of homecoming is the greatest joy ever.

And most important, you have to look strong even when you are not.

If you like my pictures, I’ll be happy to connect with you on Instagram!


Talk often

Sitting on this boat Varun was swinging was legs across the cold water. He was gazing continuously at the endless water till the point where the skyline met the sea. Small-Small fishes and other insects were playing around his legs, tickling as he slowly moved his legs. May be they have sensed a friend in Varun. Birds flew across the sun, boats which were busy catching fishes were so far away that they hardly appeared moving. Chirping of birds coming from somewhere… All this seemed to take away this tensed, always thinking something kind of Varun into an another world, maybe into Imagination…

As the cold breeze flew across his ears towards his neck and cheeks, As the fishes played below his legs, tickling him… A shiver went through him. He pulled his arms closer to himself, hugged himself tight and as he rubbed his cheeks over his velvet collared jacket. Suddenly he felt his fast heartbeats travelling throughout his body. This was exactly the time, Varun started thinking of Shweta. Breathing heavily he lifted his face and a drop of tear fell from his eyes into the water, right above the fishes as he gazed through the water to the point where the skyline met the sea. He felt himself shivering, a painful memory started to rise within. Just like every other time, he closed his eyes and started tying to recall his memories, and never miss a moment…