It rained last night

It is a Friday morning. It rained last night. I  will have to be at work in about an hour. 

I had a strange dream when I woke up at 2 am. Then I went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, there was a moth on the wall. A deep brown with two horizontal lines running across in the edges on either wings. It was still. I looked at it for a while and went away. When I came back after taking bath it wasn't there. 

The telephone is lying on the table. The connection had been taken off and it's been two months. The camera charger is lying next to it. A film of dust settled on it.

I have to go. When I come back I ll write about the dream I had. 

07.07.2017

It's a rainy day on a fast fading winter. The weather is so beautiful. I love the cool breeze on my skin. I had been going to the mountain near my house in the evenings. I would again go there tomorrow or the day after. I prefer to go alone these days. When I am alone am free to take my own time. I like it that way. 

10.01.2018

When its impossible to write
what shall I write?
Yet I write something
not just for the sake of writing
but
for there is something
that wants to be written
in spite of my inability

I am listening to a song
that tells me
everything
that we hold on to; deeming important
are eventually
illusory and a product of our
own imagination.
That sounds a bit heavy
but
one day it will make sense
to you.

It is 12:13 am.

I am yet to
put my portfolio together.
I am .. (To be continued later)

Things happen, but then you forget. That's why it never springs out of somewhere else. Rather the source of that begins with you.
When there's nothing to know, nothing to know is all you have. Yet you still have something, hence you will never arrive until you let go of this too.

11.mar.2014

Once I saw the wind and the rain and the sun. I thought I knew them all too well, but it wasn't the case.

07.mar.2014

The coming and going, it goes on.

25.02.2014