Monday, December 26, 2016

To Understand Love.

I asked her, "don't you get mad upon him when he works late hours?"
She said, "no, I don't. I just have to watch when he eats, because he doesn't eat on time".

What is it to be in love, that everybody craves for it like a drunkard craves for an ale, the bees for pollens, a junkie for a syringe full of opium, an addict for caffeine or nicotine?

Monday, December 19, 2016

Pens!

At times, we ponder upon how private our lives are? What should we share with the world or what we shouldn't? And my mind swings like a pendulum, should I or should I not share? 
There's some addiction about writing, and writing has always been a personal passion of mine, and it is here on my blog that I have shared many things related to what I am engaged and involved upon. Let me share with you, about my voyage with papers and pen. 

You see, all my life, I have been a collector, a collector of memories, pens, books, pencils, papers, colours, files, notepads, diaries, etc., basically the things I am passionate about. I have always taken it personally when I actually write with pens and not type with keyboards, it brings me closer to the articles or anecdotes or measurement books that I have written with my hand.