The Brownish Days

I am not sure why I decided to title this piece brownish, but it does crown a brown. Not dark as black, but black with hopes – hence brown. I have lived the weekdays madly looking forward to the weekends, not that I get to rest on weekends, but I can shut myself to organize the chaos and have a breather. I know this is only the second weekend of 2022, feels like months, spending each day committing to one deadline after another.

What makes me do this post is,
precisely, my circus clown dance which I did amidst the crossroads while all the vehicles stood in circles watching me do the bike drift. The moment I landed, I honestly went like – ‘I wish someone had captured this and would have made a really good viral post.’ I am not sure why and how I was calm; soon after the incident, I picked up my bike and headed straight home. Point Proven – my bike is too old already. The road was under construction; there was a slip; I lost control and took some zig-zag semi-circles before landing far away in the middle of the road. Take away? – dirty torn clothes, scratches over hands and legs, body aches for two days, and thanks to the helmet, nothing over the head and face.

The roads of life are always under construction

What makes me do this post is,
Had it been any other day, I would have taken a day or two off and called off that I badly needed rest. January 14th was supposed to be a festival holiday, but I had a screening test to be managed. I had already spent three sleepless nights setting questions, and there were hell lot of works pending. All this happened on the 13th. So, I went home, took a bath, and continued to my works moving back to my workplace. I did manage to have 4 hours of sleep with my given constraints.  

* * *

Here I am, on the 14th late night (the date has already changed to 15th), while my eyes are calling off for a night of sleep, I am typing this final line of gratitude and satisfaction, that the day could not have been any better. Of course, I had all the support I needed, and that is exactly why I had all the energy to pull off the day as demand with supports on and off the table. Is this not all we live for?  I am unsure what morale this piece brings, but what I know is, we all have our tough stories, and that is what makes our roots, defining what and who we are.

The bottom line is, with a pinch of sprinkled rest, I am all set for my coming-up next, really wanting to make time for my little celebrations.  

Latvia – Art Nouveau

It’s April of 2021 and Day 12 of the A to Z challenge. This year, I am doing the theme – “Travel the World.” I am visiting countries from A to Z and presenting stories with 8 line poems.

Day 12 Country: Latvia

Latvia with high-income advanced economy, ranks high in Human Development Index. Riga is capital of Latvia and is known for Art Nouveau architecture. The name “Art Nouveau” is French for “new art.” Approximately, one third of Art Nouveau architecture buildings of the world are in Riga and constructions date 1904 to 1914. The art is characterized by flowing lines and patterns of flowers and leaves. Artists drew inspiration from both organic and geometric forms. The Art Nouveau architecture is further classified as: Eclectic, Perpendicular, National Romantic; and Neo-Classical. Below is a picture of a building on Alberta iela.

Credits: by Jean-Pierre Dalbéra from Paris, France – Immeuble art nouveau (Riga), CC BY 2.0,


The old,
Will inspire new,
Bend, break, heal,
The art and the artist,
Will leave and live,
Keep your eyes,
Open or shut.

Be open to see the beauty. Else, you will neither see the beauty, nor the beast.

A Conversation

Written for daily post prompt: Circle


Me: Hey Circle!
Circle: Hello You!

Me: I want to write something about you. Any tips?
Circle: Explain my geometry!

Me: Na!  Too lame!
Circle: Talk about my features

Me: No one would be interested
Circle: Talk me as a metaphor. Talk about the circle of life. About good and bad things and how they circle!

Me: Many others are writing about it. Poems too. I want this to be unique. Any other suggestions?
Circle: Talk about reinventing the wheel. How the old changes to new and generation celebrates the old. It’s all a cycle!

Me: That’s not as interesting as well. I want something quick, something neat.
Circle: Color me!

Me: Oops! < …Silence… >

Me: Hey Circle!
Circle: Hello You!

Me: I want to write something about you. Any tips?


Indian Bloggers

I am self nominating for #MyFirstPostRevised from Ameena’s Randoms by a Random Blog.

Here are the Rules:
– No cheating. (It must be your first post. Not your second post, not one you love…first post only.)
– Link back to the person who tagged you (thank them if you feel like it or, if not, curse them with a plague of ladybugs).
– Cut and paste your old post into a new post or reblog your own bad self. (Either way is fine but NO editing.)
– Put the hashtag #MyFirstPostRevisited in your title.
– Tag…um…five (5) other bloggers to take up this challenge
– Notify your tags in the comment section of their blog
– Feel free to cut and paste the badge to use in your post.
– Include “the rules” in your post.

 Here goes my First post

Title: Is This Life All About? – A New Old
Date: 16 July 2014

Scribble 01: A new Expectation
A new big change is always accompanied with a resistance.  Monotonous life is unaccepted and change is undesired. Once the change is on board, a new change awaits up in the queue. Is This life all about?

Scribble 02: A new Decision
A new decision is a new perspective. From moving to a new project to trying a new menu in a restaurant. Bits or bytes of a decision could lead to a new path in life. Is this life all about?

Scribble 03: A new Phase
Decision always directs a path. An unusual experience with dear ones can give a new turn. With time we grow our contacts, act more matured, be more social and look things in a diverse way. Is this life all about?

Scribble 04: A new Buy
As a kid, a chocolate was excitement. Today it’s an electronic gadget. Tomorrow it could be a flat. A new dress can no more be fun! It’s now all about the big thinking. Is this life all about?

Scribble 05: A new Generation
Our parents are outdated to us and we will be to our kids. It will be us who will bring the changes and make ourselves outdated for our kids! Is this life all about?

Scribble 06: A new Old
Things change. We will move on. There will be always new old’s which will get into our list. With time new gets older and we will have a new old. But some things can never be replaced or changed and it’s all up to us to make that classification. Yes, it’s the priority. This is life all about.

I am keeping this open. Feel free to Join in and Leave your link in the comment. I will be happy to read.