Loss of words. Loss of expression. Loss of hope and a feeling of helplessness. This is how I can sum up my morning the other day. It would have been called a brutal murder if only the victim had a shape of a living being. My words are not an exaggeration of what I witnessed.…… Continue reading Rivers Talking 2: Killing the Nature
Beautiful. Let’s ignore the road. Unfortunately, it’s the hyacinth bed. Every year the river arranges the water hyacinth in it’s best possible to way to make it worth more than a glance. No matter how bad the condition of river is, it makes us want to imagine its hyacinth as a beautiful grass carpet, neatly…… Continue reading Rivers talking: Disposal at its Best
When you have a month old nephew at home, it’s really difficult to even drag your feet out of the house, and especially to office. 6:45 am bus by now is already past tense, so the only reasonable option is public transport. It simply is an answer to the question “what would you have done,…… Continue reading “Next Station, SantaCruz”
Short time joblessness and idleness many times may lead to an interesting and weird liking, something like- bus watching, yes you read it right “bus-watching” ! We generally refrain ourselves from using proverbs, tag lines and famous stereotypical quotes, especially when we wish they weren’t true. But no matter what, they are, and often. ‘Bus…… Continue reading Its all about Buses!