Simplywords

Today I found my very first pencil box.It possessed no sophistication with any figurines of Barbie or Tom and Jerry.But,it had this picture which I drew when I was four years old.In the picture I found a house,an arrowed heart and a tree.I opened my pencil box and found my  camel crayons.My fingers felt the crayons which I held many years back.Nostalgia crept in.I held a broken red crayon,tapered at one end,trying to recollect my small self desperately trying to add red color to an uncolored object.The tapered end concretised the hard work I had put in as a kid.Next,I held another crayon-yellow.It lied unused.Perhaps my small self had disliked using it.Moving on to the pictures that I drew now portray the vitalities of existence.My four year old self had no idea about the significance of these simple objects.They stand as objects easy to draw but as an adult I feel that these objects keeps you alive,keeps you going on.Nature,love and house.But,the thing that caught my eyes was th...

INNOCENCE              I see a little school girl today waiting for her carpool.She was dressed in white with two pony tails and had this huge pink school bag on her shoulder.She seemed disturbed.She was fidgeting with her water bottle.She was standing in front of a temple.After a while I see her moving closer to a 'nayantara'flower plant.Her hands stretched to pluck a pink bright flower.But,when she saw an elderly man approach,she quickly retreated.She stood quietly waiting for her opportunity.Th en,again she stretched her arm.A bicycle passed.She failed again.Her eyes searched for looking eyes.Her eyes said she feared getting caught.Then,in the third attempt she succeeded.She plucked the flower and looked at it,studying its color and shape.She smiles,and puts it in her bag(Success is sweet).She stands idle again.Then,again she goes for another red flower.She plucks the flower but her face said she isn't happy with it.She throws it ...