Thought Bubbles

"Post!"  Every month, my thrilled ten-year-old self would glide down the stairs two-at-a-time, beckoned by this call. The Post-Man, standing at the entrance to the quarters that we then lived in, would hold the monthly issue of the childrens' magazine I had subscribed to, with a beaming smile on his face.  "Thank you uncle!" I'd exclaim gleefully, as I receive it from him.  He'd smile affectionately at me, as he stood there organising the remaining bundle. Being the curious child I was, I'd peep into the stack of posts, trying to find any which were addressed to my friends or to the people in the same block. If I happened to spot any of them from the said category, I'd offer to deliver them on his behalf.  The Post-Man uncle would then with a grateful smile, hand over the respective posts to me, as he sped on his way with a, "Thank you very much, Paapa!" I would then proceed to diligently face the task ahead of me, (which was honestly j

This too, shall pass! A raging fear or a flicker of faith, A desperation to hold on to, Or an overwhelming urge to let go; The need to cling on to the memories, Or for once, to just forget and move on; It's time slipping past your fingers  As the darkness closes in, Or a hope of a new dawn; The tides ebb and flow,  And yet, they wait for none. There's always a win,  There's always a loss,  Still, the game goes on. Despite the highs and lows,  And everything in between,  We hold on, we let go,  This too, shall pass!  -Pavithra Seshadri

The sun was shining bright, as she sat watching him. Him, with his moon-gray eyes that sparkled when mirth touched them. Him, with a smile so brilliant that put the sun to shame. His honey colored hair shone as the rays fell on them, the curls burning gold. His pointy, elfish ears, held so many secrets that her lips had whispered from back during their mischievous childhood pranks. She met him when she was five, her neighbour’s naughty son. What first blossomed was enmity, which slowly ripened into friendship. As they grew, the bond grew even stronger. Always there for each other, they were the best of friends. Inside jokes, laughter, secrets, pranks, affection and love, their relationship grew.   She watched him now, his long, straight nose that would crinkle when he smiles, as his cheeks sank into those beautiful black holes named dimples. His legs, that would chase her, as they raced along the roads, bickering and shouting, fighting to reach the finish line. His arms tha

This is a fairy tale with Angels and Demons, Where the beauty falls for the beast, Where poles kiss each other, As the moon blooms in the East. Hear, the sound of love, As the oceans caress the skies, As the winds ruffle the leaves, With a contented sigh. Here, the souls sing in harmony, Unceasing, night and day alike. The melody flows on beautifully, As the clock continues to strike. Time ceases to exist, As their eyes meet. Lost in each other's depths, The hearts continue to beat.                                      -Pavithra Seshadri Image Courtesy : Google Images

                                                    It was the day of  English viva-voce exam for the final years at school. All of us were frantically practising our speeches on the given topics at the last minute. The fact that the score would count for our public exam adding stress to our tensed minds.  The teacher walked in and took her seat. One by one, she began calling us to present our speeches in the order of our assigned roll numbers.  I remember feeling extremely nervous and unprepared. I sat fidgeting in my seat as I kept reciting my presentation over and over in my head. Shortly, I was called to deliver my speech.  I walked to the front of the classroom, and the teacher asked me to begin, with her pen poised to mark my score on the sheet, and a gentle smile on her face. I drew in a deep breath and faced the class, which had been buzzing with excitement and busy with people trying to memorise their speeches in the last minute. To my anxious self, it felt as though they were

The path ahead stretches dark,  Where the monster awaits eagerly! Hold your sword in an iron grip And tighter yet, this thread, oh warrior thee! As you unfurl the string, behold this elaborate maze,  Where beginning and end are lost to sight, Built to confuse, trap, and devour the naive, Be certain to hold on with all your might! Step into it with your head held high, Do not be scared, for the beast senses fear! Bravery, the true weapon of a warrior, Hold it in your heart as you draw near! There, listen, the roar of the beast! Even as your blood freezes in fright, Oh Warrior, remember to never turn back! Hold on to your sword, and prepare to fight! As the fiend spots you and draws closer, With glowing eyes, dark as Death's, Soldier thee, never surrender, Hold your gaze as you glimpse at its depths! There a tear, here a slash, charge ahead And battle the beast clawing at you! When pain creeps in and blood gushes out,  Hold on, the way out is through! When the beast lays