Moment Of Innocence

When my heart drew my dream...

                                                                  "What I dreamt"

When my heart drew what I dreamt, the picture was something like this. The elements, the matter and the materials, though, are abstract but they are linked together in some manner only my Self knows. The image speaks out my soul's experiences and desires.

-Prateek (the emotion-er)

Tuesday Tale

On a windy and overcast day in a small village Ranikhet in India, there was some hustling going on. Some children of age group between 8-17 were seen running in different directions. Moments later it was a complete silence. Seemed as if they were swallowed by the tree trunks or swayed by the winds or buried deep under the valley. Somehow they all disappeared. After awhile, a small figure came running through. Against the wind, his small but fast paced steps were looking for a refuge. He ran fast; too fast to notice anything but fast enough to beat the "beast" chasing him. He now looked for a place to hide, to catch his breath, to plan his next move, to look for alternatives. He saw a dugout on his right, ran towards it and threw himself in it. Hiding in there he waited for his breath and his ears were wide open to keep himself wary of any danger. He knew the "enemy" can be here anytime. All he wanted was not let the enemy see him. Otherwise it will be the end of all this. In the distance, a girl screamed 'oh no!'. "Another one caught" he realized. He was getting more nervous and looking for some other place as this place was not safe anymore. Panically he jumped out and went in between the two parallel walls. 'Is it safer?' He asked in despair. He was sweating, despite the wind, and shivering with fear. All the optimism was getting lost in the eternity and he was wondering if he could have done anything else: may be kept running or getting in a cottage up the mountains and hiding in a closet. Trying to be comfortable behind the walls, he mistakenly pushed away a stone with his leg. That sound broke the silence. That made him more frightful as it gave enough evidence of his presence. He knew he can get caught any moment. Sweating, shivering he now started taking even shorter breaths, to remain unnoticed. He heard steps behind him. With a lump in the throat, he started turning. Before he could turn, a prominent voice called "Gotcha!". And the hide and seek game came to an end.

A Cold Shower+Winters+Bare Body = A cold shock

Ever got under running cold water in a winter season with bare chest? I'm sure you all must have. The small bullet like water drops seek their way towards you as if they will kill you in cold blood. No matter how much you are prepared, they strike you as you were never ready for it. And when they touch you, your response is so involuntary. The adrenaline rushes through your veins. The volcano erupts. Your breath gasps as if you're chasing upwards, on a mountain, a piece of paper which is going even upwards with the wind. The coldness can be felt on every cell of your skin. It leaves shivering in the depths of your bones. It's just you and your pausing-on-every-second breath. You could hear you heart pounding so loud as if yelling to you why you had to do this. You try to catch your breath only to realize that it will need a marathon effort.
So uncomfortable. So intolerable. A cold shock.

How Nomadic are we?

How Nomadic are we? Well, I'm certainly not talking in the sense that how frequent do we travel from one place to another but how our system, our routine, our body, our mind everything takes a move from one thing to the another. From our ambitions to the jobs and from our work to our moods, they all keep changing, switching, swinging or swapped from one thing to the other. Like the Nomads, despite the consequences they bring, they are an inevitable part of our lives. Effected by an event, incident or sometimes just by instincts they somehow bring a change in our lifestyles. Some strategic some led by emotions, every move has its own influence. How well we humans have learned this art. Stay a Nomad. Change for good.
and finally change to bring a change.

-Prateek (the Emotion-er) 

Moment Of Innnocence

Forgiveness

                                                       My Oil Painting: Forgiveness

A universal gesture and a universal answer to all the sorrows. But seldom do we use it. Liberate yourself from the trap of endless revenge and experience joy. Move ahead. Forgive!