Saturday, June 25, 2022

Pinacolada

 

Slightly ovalish and reigning supreme with a green crown adorned with a spikey body might seem a bit intimidating for a selected few. But if one sets their gaze closely on the calm soothing hues of orange with tinges of green a sense of relief is sure to pave the way into your mind.

A strong aroma lingers in the room and the nostrils try to trace the source of it then at one point it comes to a halt and all the wee eyes can see is a sudden flash of fiery orange and cool green. Then this quaint being paves its way to the place where culinary magic is created filling our minds with many mouthwatering thoughts.

A shiny blade encased in a black handle is sure to be one’s first grab to bring the soft juicy yellow flesh guarded by its firm core into the spotlight. On completion of this elaborate ritual, the whole atmosphere changes as the eyes feast on it and the mind goes for a jog to come up with an exciting maneuver for a total makeover.

 

The fingertips are at their best as the soul now takes the help of its trustworthy sidekick which is known to all as Firefox or Chrome to garner the most exotic transformation for the juicy sun-yellow slices. Infuse them with walnuts and let the oven do its magic. Whip up some cream cheese and let it embrace these slices for a sweet treat that is sure to elevate one's tastebuds and soul.

 

It's a funny thing to think that something that appeared to be so intimidating at its first meeting has now transformed into treats that suit everyone’s palette in all unique ways possible.

An Azure Gateway

 

      It's just another day the same old routine nothing new. But my dear friend it is up to us to make this day a one full of adventure and new experiences wherever we are, our mind is the most complex thing as an individual is never fully quite aware of the exact moment for inspiration to write about something and post it online for a varied audience of readers.

 

   Pearly white with spikes on it having a huge opening is one that bought me solace. As I held it close to my ear I could get the sound of the frothy saline waves as they hit the sandy bank. The whole air bubble around me was engulfed by the salty air. I could revive that blissful feeling of walking on the soft shelly path of gold. I would feast my eyes on the Streamliners and commercial ships as they rule the salty sea. The sound of the birds as they head home is sure to add a thrill to the mind of a nature enthusiast.

      Soon this silence is broken by the happy sounds of children as they make mud pies and sandcastles and fill the entire atmosphere with a sense of jubilation and good spirits One might ask where’s the peace in that? I would simply say avert your gaze and look around you and admire these young kids having the time of their lives which undoubtedly and unknowingly turns you into a kid picking up shells of different sizes having different patterns on them which truly enhances their beauty.

               The final curtain call is the moment when the horizon slowly engulfs the tangerine ball of heat leaving a mirage of gold on the calm saline sea and an array of vibrant colors in the vast canvas of the far-fetched sky.

              There is no reason to be disheartened by the closure of this gateway. Look around and give the eyes and mind the space and freedom to intercept the wonderful artifacts or objects that enwrap oneself. these things may be inanimate but if looked at with a fine-tooth comb they too have a marvelous story waiting to be unearthed and embrace the phenomenal feeling it withholds.

 

  

    

          

  

Thursday, June 23, 2022

Bold & Furiously Famous

 

 Being on a writing spree at present a thought which might seem vague to some has just sunk into my mind.  Letting my mind do the thinking and the pencil in my hand do the talking was possibly the best thing to do. It is this dashing yellow and black graphite pencil that has kindled a spark within me to give thanks to this wonderful invention by combining graphite and wood to ease the life of humankind. After the advent of the pen and the emergence of tech-savvy gadgets in our day-to-day robotic lives, the grandeur and the importance of the pencil might fade away in time but the pencil reigns supreme in the lives of a certain group of people and even in rookies such as me.

 

 Whenever any inspiration or thought haunts and seeps into my mind I start fumbling for something to write the basic idea at once as it’s a herculean task to recollect the same idea once it fades away. In such cases, the good Samaritan turns out to be a yellow and black cylindrical tool with a peak of graphite jutting out lying on my table. This dashing yellow and black pencil just lures me to pick it up and transform a once-white, blank smooth page into a page filled with rustic and humble thoughts and emotions. The pencil may be simple or even fancy but the purpose of both remains the same.

 When the powerful tip loses its grandeur the esteemed and proud owner gives it a new life with the help of its trustworthy sidekick the sharpener of course. With each gallant wordplay and restoration, the pencil reduces in size. When it has reached the brim the owner repents as it is a truly touchy and solemn moment to bid adieu to a marvel that has helped in the creation of works that may have led the reader to think on a completely different level of introspection.   

The life of a pencil may be short-lived but its memories of it are always fresh when one has a glance at the snippets of literary works created with it. It may be a meager thing but in times of need, it truly emerges as an uprising blogger’s savior enabling one to take the reigns of words, thoughts, and social and uprising events that have either shaken the balance of the community or have proven to be beneficial to all of humankind not forgetting the immense edits and re-edits which is an integral part. 

At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter what medium one uses to write and express their views and ideas. The main thing is the synchronization of thoughts and emotions felt by the writer as well as the reader.

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