Camouflage of life

The absent mind is looking for a reason to believe,that the reason it is so naive,lies in the boundaries unknown.It has created a portrait where the different colours of life are not making sense to even itself. From the centre to its edge, it is wandering aimlessly,creating ripples,also where they  are not meant to be created.Distorting everything on its way,its moving,sometimes as slow as smoke and sometimes as fast as light.It believes that when everything will settle eventually, there would be a picture that would make sense.It will have a reason for everything around it,every colour that is in there will have a purpose,it will all make sense like a map for a treasure hunt.The uncertainty lies in the fact that whether or not what hides as treasure is meaningful for it or not.It could so happen that the ultimate reason behind creating ripples is to keep a picture from being created.The fear of finding out an unmeaning treasure is far more greater than the familiarity of an unfounde

It is crucial to understand, in order to be happy, that being content with small things in life is much more important than dreaming of being content with dreams we want to achieve in future.

Date: 30th Aug 2015 Writer: Stuti Sharma                                                                                                           The Zero Hour It was a warm evening in Mumbai. Dr. Ashok was deeply occupied in his work when the door of the lab opened. He looked up to see his daughter enter the labs. “So what is an astrophysicist doing in the labs of nuclear research? “He asked his daughter smiling. “A daughter is looking for her old father actually”, She said teasingly to him. He chuckled without moving eyes from his work. “Papa, Lets go. I am starving.” “One minute dear. I am nearly done.” “Okay…” Ashmin started to look around his office. It was like any other researcher’s office. His equipment covered most of the part. The walls were covered with formulas and flow charts for chemical compounds. Most of his work was complete except for the one in the middle of the wall. It was an equation which was incomplete. She went near it

Date:30 th   July 2015 Writer: Stuti Sharma                                                                              Ilaa Close to the city of Paithan, in a small village called Sauviragram, which lay along the banks of the great river Godavari, lived a woman named Ilaa. Being cotton farmers, her family was well to do, but not among the richest in their area. It was the harvest season, and cotton had to be picked from the plants. The wholesalers and traders from Paithan would be arriving in just a few weeks, carrying gold and goods for barter. They would exchange what they carried for the cotton that the farmers grew. The bales of cotton had to be ready in time! Work was at its peak! But Ilaa was not to be found in the fields. She wasn't working. Instead, she was sitting by the banks of the great river Godavari. 'I am sick of this!' she grunted loudly. There was a cold breeze blowing. Winter was near. It is a time when everything is in a bit of