My Mystic World🌌

My Dad left the room like He always does but this time I felt so different.As if I were left alone in the midst of a vast Ocean.No way to be seen ,No Home to Return.That's why I Hate Growing Up.                     We are A family of 4 composing of Mom,Dad,Brother and Me and being the young one I have always had my privileges since Very young.Getting the first hand at deserts because You are a child,To get scolded a little or not even that If you two had set up any prank on others.To be honest It felt good at first but then I grew up.I was so dumb and childish back in Young days that I used to think growing up is the Best thing.But,Little did I know that Everything comes with its own Pros and Cons.While Getting old helped me understand myself better,It also fetched the sweet days I had hold tight in my first.             I haven't had many people around me since childhood.So Family has been the biggest Weal...

" Twinkle Twinkle Little Star , How I wonder What you are"🌠                         she would sing me to sleep in her sweet monotonous voice,Tucking me in a warm blanket and I would close my eyes slowly as curtains on a stage.It's probably the only lullaby she knew.                                                After A little while I would wake up again.My eyes would flutter upon and the whole world Flashing ahead of me.She would make me brush my teeth.then Take bath.Then She would take me to my closet where clothes chosen with a lot of compassion lie.She is very special to me,So Every single day I would let her choose the clothing for me.She would make me sit in front of the mirror and with her gentle hand, Brush my hair through her fingers.She likes to experiment with my hair , But most days she would wit...

"Home" is a sweet sound.  The very name of "Home" have always took me into whirls of confusion . All My Life I have always been in search of A Home,where nothing would seem like a problem anymore,where I could return after a Tiring day's work and still a smile would carve it's path across my face . Till the age of 10 the one thing that I surely knew was that "home" is not the same with "house". It' not the bricks and cement that builds a home . For me Home was Where Love lies.                                     Surprisingly That's not true enough. Recently I read a book Called "The House On The Mango Street" . Why she called It a house and not home ? well , She didn't like the place but she always knew despite of Her disgust she will always have to return to this mango Street , This is where she belonged . So , No matter whether the place be a Small thatched house or A...

How many times have you taken A Trip that's fully worth it?                 Well, in my case it's kind of a "Never" because Never have I ever got the chance to Travel During vacations. YEAH! I was the kind that had been Staying in Quarantine Almost Every Summer of My Life. But,Yesterday It was Different. Not like any other trips I have taken.I went to A city beautiful , Nature Caressing it Altogether. But the things I realised were not because of the place I was in But The Roads I crossed. Sometimes You know Journey teaches us much more than Destination Ever could.               So Here are Some things I realised while looking out of the window of our Car, Hope you have A good read🍁 1.Curving My Way🏞            Hands free in air, Breeze in my Hair,Music in my ear , What else it takes to make It worth. As I have said I haven't gone on many trips since childhood So every Trip I take...