"A labyrinth of Unpolished Scribbles"

  In the valley of mist, they did exist best of friends where none pretends. So pure as snow that you will never know. I swear once they were a bunch of strangers through the changes, they came close against the tale of woes. And there began the story of the clan, pack of wolves they call the best of all. In the shifting phases, the thirteen faces, bonded well like unbreakable shell. Danced together, in the stormy weather and they sung as still young were the nights in the party lights. All the happy hours being the coworkers chilling out a lot in the favourite spot. Work was fun when they became one with all the games and funny names. Plenty of fights solved in rainy nights with long talks amidst ticking clocks, and the evening walk to the healing rock. Good days or bad days there was always time for a tea at half past three. All the gossips with the coffee sips and the breakfast stories were the best memories. Eating popcorns at the movies to cooking with the groupies. The love f...

  I can't describe the beauty of this place in just words but you have to experience it to know better. Conveniently situated in the heart of Vagamon, at walkable distance from the town. For those who want to take a break from the hectic work and enjoy some quality time with friends or family, this will be your perfect weekend destination. The cottage is set amidst pristine nature with green meadows as backdrop, you will find yourself lost in nature's beauty. Up in the hills, away from hassle, beyond the mist,  filled with fog amidst lush greenery; through the chill of winter, A lovely getaway; Oh! Such a beautiful place, I could stay here forever! The fresh and  serene surroundings,  the early morning rains, the cold breeze,  the aroma of hot coffee, Sunlight streaming through the coloured window panes, the breathing walls, smell of wet bricks the vintage impressions embracing the past, decorative antiques, bringing nature indoors, wide open spaces Creative des...

  The day I was born I heard people bemoan, Oh see the pudgy body! Looks like a teddy. They felt that, I was a bit fat. As the days went by;I saw their discontent. Poor little thing! how is she so thin? Their only aim is to blame none other, but my mother. They would clutch and feed me much. I didn't know, to say no! Then they used to ask, Why doesn't she walk? At half past one, I learnt to run. Then they complained and restrained me from walking around picked me up from the ground. They seemed to be tired, Why they act so weird?  Those folk wanted me to talk. Their concern was the other kid, who spoke already; they said 'She is a late talker', took me to a doctor. After a week, I started to speak. Then what does matter was I'm a non stop chatter! 'She is too loud and noisy when around'. 'So naughty and wild is your child'; My mom was so sad, all these made her mad. Then they look at me and say, Oh! Stop growing fast, just stay! Counting the number o...