WHEN ANXIETY TAKES OVER
I can’t come out of the blanket of a misgiving—a sort of uneasy hum that has been troubling me for the past fortnight, and I couldn’t pinpoint what it could be. It starts in...
Category: Nature
THE SMARTPHONE SCOURGE
At age 64, I never had many occasions to get a closer glimpse at frolicky ‘smart phone-smitten teens.” I had one this morning when I sought help of two young adults for my photo...
FREE AND CUSHY MINDS
An early morning walk along the banks of Krishna River is an invitation to delightful scenes of hard work and innocence. The hard work is evident in the shining wet clothes and taunt muscles...
VIZAG VIBES
The get-together binge ran beyond late-night hours. The loud banter, uninhibited laughter, warm hugs, merry handshakes, clinking of glasses, shining baldies, and perfectly attired bonhomie reflect the wisdom gleaned over decades. I was...
THE SERENITY OF LIVING TWICE
The summer morning shone like a bright and welcoming mime, something similar to the mischievous giggle of my grandson, for whom I was keen on my five-hour drive to reach my son’s family. I...
THE SEASIDE SILHOUETTES
I was born in this place, now a bustling city. It’s a major seaport, which I visit often for various reasons. As it is popularly called, Kakinada town is my maternal native and the...
DON’T GIVE IN TO YOUR FEARS
Fear and happiness behave like intimate companions. If you challenge your fears, the prize is happiness. It’s a guaranteed reward although, sometimes, it arrives late. I would validate such a promise, though I know...
A PREVIEW TO HAPPINESS
Certain occasions trigger a kind of regretfulness and “Still, I have a lot to do” itchiness, leading to a quick dip into self-searching. This daydreaming nibbles at my moods, especially when I pass through...
KAUSHAL – MY GRANDSON
I suffer from an unrevealed guilt. I carry the baggage of remorsefulness that I hadn’t been around with my two kids in their formative years. My wife handled all those responsibilities – education, college...
BOUQUET OF SUNSETS
It felt like a silly urge; “let me stop the car for a moment and grab it with both my hands.” I’m speaking about the big, grand ball of sun painting the evening sky....
