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I am active in blogosphere after so long. After years. But I intend to do it again. These days I am also finding myself doing paintings. I used to love drawing and painting when I was in school. There was always a competition between me and a classmate about studies in general. Painting was her forte and she was extremely good at it. I used to work hard at every drawing and thus my skills also improved a bit but nowhere close to her. But it had always been a desire in me to be good at drawing and painting too. I still am not that good. But I am okay as long as I am able to find simple drawings from pinterest to replicate. These are extremely basic but do satisfy the craving in me to paint.  I am sharing them here.  Please drop a comment if you like my post. I would love to hear back from you. :)

Plot: A hundred little flames is a story of the relationship between a grandfather and grandson. Ayan, a 26 year old youngster has been raised by controlling father and has just been fired from his job and caught in the rat race of life, is looking for another job, while he is ordered by his father who lives in Bahrain to go live with his grandfather who had a fall and who lives in a small village Poongavanam in Kerela. Skeptical at first, he goes there and eventually loves the place and also gets to know a lot about his grandfather, who he didn’t know until this visit and connects with him more than his own parents. His Grandfather, is a lonely and irritable man but soon finds himself warming up to his grandson and even striking a friendship with him. Through this visit, Ayan discovers a new way of living, discovers things about his families, secrets he didn’t know about, recalls some of his childhood memories and also, after he gets even closer to his Muttachan, he gets to

Once upon a time I had dreams... Dreams of everything I could ever be... I was young, very young So young that I actually lived my dreams... In dreams ofcourse! Thinking that they Might come true one day... My dreams were of dance... Dancing from the heart Performing on stage For so long and to an extent That everyone gets up and applaud And say my name Not with contempt But with love... My dreams were of mathematics... Of problem solving! Believing firmly That one day I would solve it all... My dreams were of English To have that command over language To speak like a pro... Hoping that one day I'll communicate exactly what I mean... My dreams were of academics To clear CA in one go Wishing everyone to go 'awww' Over my success... My dreams were of love Of love & romance Exactly like those in fairy tales... Dreams of a soulmate... Convinced, I was That someone would actually turn up someday And relieve me... Once upon a tim

Once again I would say... It's been long since I was last here. I repeat myself a lot many times, no? Anyway I shouldn't be asking questions here as this blog has gone redundant and no one's going to get a notification of this post being posted unless I specifically ask some friends to read it and probably throw a comment too. So what made me come here today? Well, it's 2016. Yes, a things-to-do-in-2016 kind of a list. Though I never make resolutions and even when I do I know I am not gonna follow. But this time, it's different. This time, I know I am gonna follow. You think not, well wait & watch! Lame question once again, no one's gonna read probably. Anyway, I am thinking should I start with the list right away or I should first properly write the reasons why I think this time I will follow it! *Thinking* *Decided* Reasons first! Yup you knew it already. (Not lame this time. I will force some friends to read this piece. Yay! I am not talkin

And here I thought I was done with blogging. Perhaps not! Anyway... I sometimes make vague connections between things. Sometimes, they prove to be right, sometimes, it shows that I am delusional and should probably give my mind some rest. Whatever! I need to pen down a vague connection that I made long back but it's coming back to me over & over and I think I should share it here. It would anyway wake my blog up from its slumber. Okay, so many people know that I love 'Looking For Alaska' by John Green. I love his other works too and have followed his interviews, talks and FB page quite closely for sometime. I have seen the books he has read which includes 'The Catcher In The Rye' too. I suspect, judging by his choices from the list of books he had once shared, that he has surely read 'The Perks Of Being A Wallflower' by Stephen Chbosky too. There is an instance in the book 'The Perks Of Being A Wallflower' where the protagonist Charlie

Its been so long since I was last active in blogosphere. I had almost thought I was done with blogging but I think writing is addictive. Once again, after almost 1.5 years, I feel like writing again. There's nothing much to write about or may be there are some thoughts going on in my not-anymore-hyperactive-but-still-constantly-thinking mind to put down. Honestly, I don't know. There was a time when I ranted on this blog that I need solutions, I cant keep on ranting..blah blah blah... But post Feb 2015, a lot happened that I feel grateful to this blog. This blog has my journey from someone who had become an angry at everything, constantly crying, utterly pessimistic and unhappy with life & herself to someone who is now stable and content with a lot of things. This blog has my journey, not visible to anyone because it's not in the posts that I published but in the events happened in between known only to me and in some cases, to some people, but mostly only me.