The blog kept stale for a while. I kept myself preoccupied with something which is never to late to get used to, an Addiction.
"Upstate, cloud cover and a story so strange, full of expressions and thirst covered in midst of blue, black and white. Bloodshed none, but yet it was the rush for it. The quench of thirst was equal in half, one for the rush and one the love. Every sunny day it kept on disappearing, the gems weren't worth the display to the needy and selfish remains of humans."
"He knew he was taking a risk, she wasn't one of them. The smell of her hair and the constant ciphers her brain was talking, it was difficult for him to part. He knew he was vegitarian. His survival was just on animal's blood, but there something missing ..."
I spectate this story daily, wishing to see a new expression; a new gem; a new motive. That defines my addiction, what is yours?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Smile Out Loud !!
Fading out of the darkness, relaxed motions of the hands I could feel. I could sense them moving, bending, folding. The immediate rush of blood through the hands pinched me.
How valuable these asset are: dipped in the mud to shape the crafts, folding together to respect the almighty, tapping fingers to background music, clapping to extent of recognition and not to forget the trembling offsets proving the uneasiness.
While typing this, my palms rested calm and my fingers are doing the talking. A pop up appears on the screen(right bottom).
The window says, "Hey, How was your day?". The picture next to the text seemed familiar to me. I remembered sharing the same taste of music and I could also recognize the constant smile coming in the form of typed expressions. The mystery of not knowing each other and yet trusting encouraged me to reply back. The Day 2, conversation became a record bagging 200 minutes top, yet it was so difficult to let go the keyboard. The acquaintance wasn't the term to be used anymore. I knew a little more attached to Her!
*Unexpected power, I could understand what had to come in and sometimes what were to exit. In her presence, I couldn't figure out this, indeed it acted wierd and the results were pretty unexpected for both. Though, Angel as I term her now, did her magic and she had to exit!! :-)
How valuable these asset are: dipped in the mud to shape the crafts, folding together to respect the almighty, tapping fingers to background music, clapping to extent of recognition and not to forget the trembling offsets proving the uneasiness.
While typing this, my palms rested calm and my fingers are doing the talking. A pop up appears on the screen(right bottom).
The window says, "Hey, How was your day?". The picture next to the text seemed familiar to me. I remembered sharing the same taste of music and I could also recognize the constant smile coming in the form of typed expressions. The mystery of not knowing each other and yet trusting encouraged me to reply back. The Day 2, conversation became a record bagging 200 minutes top, yet it was so difficult to let go the keyboard. The acquaintance wasn't the term to be used anymore. I knew a little more attached to Her!
*Unexpected power, I could understand what had to come in and sometimes what were to exit. In her presence, I couldn't figure out this, indeed it acted wierd and the results were pretty unexpected for both. Though, Angel as I term her now, did her magic and she had to exit!! :-)
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