Wings of Ink

 Of billions of heads, the people, A handful I  knew(ow), Counts my entire world, My personality does ensue  I saw(ee) the others more cool, And a growing itch to change,  But of these innumerous people, Perhaps someone would be as strange:  I ( we)say  ‘no one is there for me’ And decide to shut out the world But I had forgotton the yet many unknown, On this shore, I am left, around some pearls.    This negative world, an apparent stance A predisposed attitude, But happenstance , there are people it seems That need to be treated with gratitude  Good spirits yet all wear the human masks, There are still uncrossed paths, It will take time and betrayals to, Discover the ones with unjustifiable love.  There are people who will rescue you. Most times ‘are’ just counts for ‘few’, But Given the chance, and taking chances, it seems There are some people that need to be treated with gratitude.

Our new school session started two weeks ago with a surprising announcement that most of us - the students - did not like. We had to attend the online classes with our cameras turned on, and we had to wear our school uniforms! A week passed by and slowly we got accustomed to the new habit. But one day in our class, a student asked the teacher to turn on her camera. Even though she switched on her camera, but only we knowhow much effort it took from us - the students - to convince our teacher! Later that day, I wondered why many of us hesitate to show our faces during online meetings? Is it because we have been given an option to hide ourselves or is it that our mind tells us that we are not looking good enough to be on camera? I believe when we are at home, all of us reflect our true selves; some without makeup and some wearing shirts with pyjamas.  Is that why we think twice before  switching on our camera? Is it a fear of revealing  our true identity that comes in our way? Perhaps th

On a beautiful Sunday evening, I was downstairs, waiting for my friend to come. As always, she took so long to get ready and step out of our house. I was counting the minutes I had been waiting for her, when suddenly I heard some noise from the bush. I looked behind, unable to see anything in the dark bushes. Then, once again the same disturbing hustle in the bushes and unexpectedly, I heard the wailing of two cats fighting so bad with one another that I got scared. One was a black cat and the other was white. They were over each other, running so fast, and screaming so loudly that I started to shiver. I decided to look somewhere else and then I had a rare sight. A pigeon who didn’t know how to fly fell from a high branch and stumbled, as it fluttered its wings. It was about to land near the bushes. I think it must have seen the two cats fighting; it suddenly decided to change its destination and soared very high up in the sky I heard another voice, someone calling my name – “Khushi, w

One month ago, when I was not ready to eat outside food because of the fear of the virus, my uncle asked me, “Will you eat samosas from a nearby shop?” I immediately refused, saying that the shop would not have good hygiene, but it was mostly because I had never heard of that local shop. Then my uncle offered to order some pizzas from a restaurant and I agreed without even thinking because I had seen the advertisements of that eating joint on television. It is quite ironical that not long after that day, I found my Civics book of the previous year. That book had a chapter wherein it was mentioned that because of branding and advertising, people tend to buy the things that were advertised and had logos of a particular company. At that time, I found it very difficult to believe but now I had experienced it myself. I remember studying that the concept of branding originated from animals. Shepherds had started using this to identify the sheep when they were herding. I kept wondering fo