A Scoop of Sunshine

The New Year is coming!! ...and to some of us it sounds like the cry of Winterfell , we don't know what to do, we don't know where to hide, but the New Year is coming (and you better not be doing something boring when the clock strikes twelve)!!

Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas.  Let the festivities begin and may it last all year through!

This is a post for all the wonderful ladies out there.. Happy Holiday season!! As the year end approaches, people tend to get reflective of how the past year went, what needs to be changed in the New Year, Revolutions, Resolutions, so on and so forth. And then there are some of us, who just have to come up with ways to keep the Devil's workshop out for lunch. So here it is.. 12 tips for everything:

A lonesome wanderer, Weary of life, What is the redemption from this strife?

This post is coming up a little late, nevertheless here it is: My thoughts on Thanksgiving It is Thanksgiving and I am pondering, What are the things I am thankful for? There sure is a very big list - A good life, love and comfort, amidst.

I traverse the empty crowded streets, In search of my true calling. The vastness of the city of dreams Gives me a dismal feeling.

It was a pleasant evening and Fall was manifesting itself in every form. The sun had just set and the world seemed to linger in that limbo for a while. I was returning to my apartment, walking the narrow path darkened by the trees on either sides, when I saw a neighborhood regular approach me.

While some people might claim they have become a pro, I am still far behind in mastering the art of patiently waiting for someone to turn up or something to happen or wait for my fellow carpoolers to finish their work so that I can finally go home!!! You guessed it right, it is the last one that is bothering me at the moment.

The Wind howls a mellow tune, Blowing across the lonely town. As the curtains of my French window flutter, I drift into a reminiscence Of a time -

In the silence of the night, soft waves rock my boat as I cross the purple waters of the river to the other side. All I can hear is the water splashing against the oar of the small wooden boat. The tall oarsman is hooded by the darkness. I can't see his face. His long thin hands meticulously row the boat.

Hey diddle diddle, The Cat and the fiddle, The Cow jumped over the moon. The little Dog laughed, To see such sport, And the Dish ran away with the Spoon. Now whether the Cows have developed as much to jump over the moon or not, our men definitely have much to rejoice as they are not too far away from reaching their homeland, Mars!

What is it that makes one think "Well, this is the time I start blogging."?