In love with writing.....

Image Source: Google When I was apathetic to taste the delicacies that were presented before me, I found you alluring with your bright golden yellow coloured skin. Your physical structure was indicating that you would be sweet and cool, which was all what I wanted to savour on a hot afternoon. Also, your fat fleshy body was promising to satisfy my apatite. I touched you to check if you have that thirst quenching property which was missing with the other items, and yes, you were soft and juicy too. Then without wasting another minute, I grabbed you from the tray, peeled off your skin and put you into my mouth. The moment my tongue touched your juice, I pursed my lips and screwed up my eyes. I frowned at you for promising to be sweet and turning out to be sour. However, one more time I considered and this time to my surprise you were sweet. Every time I suck your juice, I could feel a series of sweet and sour blasts in my mouth. Now I cannot understand what your reality is. Was w...

Image source: Google As the sun calmed down, reducing his intensity, we opened the doors and let ourselves out of the tightly closed, artificially cooled house, to breathe some natural air. Though the warmth in the air hasn't yet died and no leaf seemed to have life, my eyes fell on a scene that was so lively to watch and brought a cool wave of happiness to the mind. What could be more interesting on a summer evening than to watch children playing on the streets with cries of cheer and joy. I was bending over the wall of my balcony to see a group of ten boys, all aged below fifteen playing cricket. Now,this is the cricket played in Indian streets without rules, so ten boys would do the job of two teams. Again, out of the ten, eight were active players and two were silent spectators. They must be umpires. I got caught up in their play as it displayed exuberance and their pure hearts. The children knew no boundaries, hypocrisies, limitations, inequalities or fears. The group h...