Surrpy season...

Surrrpp…

That first sip of simmering green tea is the morning fuel you need to Chic start the day.

The cold is slowly packing its bags and  a sweet chill is easing its way in the atmosphere.

It’s a little less discomforting to wake up early in morning. But nevertheless, waking up in morn will always be a mission.

What further enhances the mourning is making your bed.

It feels like folding a cottony heaven you just came out from… (Sighs)

Surrrrrppp.. That was relieving again!

One thing is for sure. I would prefer winters any day. 

Hot and steamy fluids are the saviors.

To Tea, coffee, soups, Green tea… Cheers !!

Music is time travel.

Every time we hear a new song or music, a new memory is born.

You are going to carry that memory with you if that song is in your playlist.

You will be transported back to that memory if you hear it some place else.

Just put on the tunes..

Music is time travel... 

Innocence

When I sat inside
She was looking outside

My mind took a sudden stall
As the Mom watched her doll

Railing up high in the air
little knees on the chair

Amazing to see the stubborn trees
sailing in reverse, a moment to freeze

Didn't take a second for the memory wheel
to roll back to the time, wish I could Steal

Mom what is this and Mom why is that
silly lovely queries throughout they sat

The innocence of a child
can force you to smile

which I had to share with My Lady
How my journey became worthwhile

Paint a picture..

Choose your colors extra wise......

So, It was a good experience drawing after such a long time. I don't exactly remember the last time i picked crayons.

This was great. As usual I started of painting a landscape but the sea HAD to come in the picture.

Its doesn't feel complete otherwise. Hence the water.

Honestly the picture looks like drawn by a 5 year old but if you looked at the other pictures that were hanging on the wall you would love mine.

Most of the kids had drawn flowers, butterflies, trees, Flags, birds, sun, house, their families, little girls, teddy bears and stuff like that but there was this one particular drawing that was way out of the league.

The picture had random things, like a football, and it appeared something like a house backyard.

i could never think of drawing anything like that.   So I made what I am best at,  A sea, mountain, grass, sky and a Big Sun.  A boat to fill the large space upon the sea...  And I like my picture the best of all so              I wrote Best of All on it. This shall motivate other kids.

Overall experience was good and colors make me happy... :)

PAINT A PICTURE WITH A FRIEND -  CHECK

ARTIST - RASHI SINGH (Raidee)

 And this Master Piece is rendered by our very own house artist -- Raidee (my sista)

Very beautifully sketched with a story and tiny details to add the spark....

But My picture shall Still be The best ..   : D

T R A N C E

Was listening to the state of trance last night.... Just when it occurred, why am i liking is so much.

Answer came along with the next song...

Our life is divided into phases of different music genres. I never thought trance would be a part of it some day.

I like trance.

Trance is so captivatingly addictive. Trance is space travel. Trance makes me want to dance. Forever.

That's how I feel when I hear soulful echoes coiled in enigmatic and divine rhythms so beautifully enraptured in thudding beats.

Its like the world had united to sanctify music. There shall be no wars, no boundaries and no differences.

When I listen to trance, I feel supernatural. Something very difficult to articulate. Something like diving into a deep blue ocean because the waves are calling. The dive is infinite and you love it underwater.

Trance is taking a pique in an imperial orange fire because the flames are calling...they are inviting for a promising dance to risk your life for.

State of Trance makes me float in the air, like smoke...so high. It reaches till I am swimming in a constellation of stars and they are just gliding along..

The sub conscious is taking over the mundane self. It is making the world seem like a transparent shell where you were once caged.

Trance is a rescue. The synapse that cures corroding emotions. It is a life dose. A gush of frenzy...

How everything becomes so insignificant with the rising octave... the unknown length of drum roll, the rush of blood with a totally unpredictable euphony and the never ceasing goose bumps... you are intoxicated with Music. you are not afraid of anything.

It saves my world, fills the blanks, words the unsaid.

Trance is a dazzle. When I close my eyes, I see the sunrise.

The best part, It makes you feel beautiful...

I love Trance.