Lily white was playing badminton in the garden with her sister Rosy Red. After a while they got tired and then were bored and were seen lying down on the grass, under a tree. Obviously, they were looking at the sky. "Sky is pretty nice today". Lily said to her sister. "Look, that cloud is just like a giraffe!" her sister exclaimed! "Oh, we should play the cloud game". Lily said. It was one of their favorite games. Just looking at clouds and making imaginary figures. It was ex

I was a moss, dwelled on a bark of an old oak. Which stood against the despicable weather of four seasons year around in countryside Living in isolation on a remote corner of a corner's garden. Unmoved, untouched, unspoiled except grazed by Slippery snails at night. I liked the morning dew which I collected at dawn. Before it disappeared when sunbeams across me shone. And I was in love with a black hole. Would you believe it? They called me the crazy moss, the ferns my friend

Into the Woods Izzy and Nizzi Once upon a time, there was a mother with two twins. Their names were Izzy and Nizzi. One sunny day Izzy and Nizzi asked their mother if they go to the woods to collect honey for pancakes. Mother said, "Of course girls but be careful!" So, Izzy and Nizzy set off. They met many cheerful animals on their way. Rabbits Squirrels and a fox with three cubs! A rare sight it was. Deep in the jungle it was a little dark. And they walked in silence looking

Lily white was late for the school. Yes, she did wake up early in the morning, yes, she did brush without falling asleep and she did prepare her bag before going to bed last night. Yet somethings happened and she was just late again, so she stepped out of the home following her father with her pretty little umbrella as there was a drizzle this morning. "Lily You are wearing your shoes on wrong side" Her father exclaimed! and then only she looked at her feet. And he was spot o

Why you should write your own biography. Why not? Why you should not write about your biography? When I put myself in your skin, with my mind I can see that your life must be filled with different experiences than mine. Some good some bad, some inspiring some tragic. Whatever it may be If I am a novelist, it would be material for a character in my Moby Dick. So why not? I have no reason to give. Nobody is going to write it for you. What are the odd, you are rich and famous so

Jim Rhon philosophy of working on yourself. If you are into self-development and generating wealth, you cannot avoid this guy. He is an internet sensation, even after his death in 2009. To be honest I am not a big fan, as his philosophy of getting rich lacks the answers to the fundamental question of why. But as you can see, I write about him as there is some truth, in what he preaches. If you wonder after working hard on your job for decades and you are not wealthy enough to

Forever teledramas and infinite novels When I was young, I listened to teledramas on some boring family affairs. Falling in love, relationships, family disputes etc. These teledramas were long, sometimes aired for years. While the beginning is played, they did not even know about the complete plot, as there would be major plot twists once in a while throughout the year. I call them forever teledramas. After some time, even these forever teledramas would end. They would no lon