Megha Sridhar

blogs from Bengalooru

Into the dawn..
Unwavering. Like leaves, on a lifeless night. Leaves should rustle to the wind. They should sway to the breeze. But tonight, they are ominously still Strangely steadfast. Unforgiving. Like the dark, on a lifeless night. The gloomy fireflies rise Only to find an inky black cape Engulfing them, expung...
Posted on 25 August 2016 | 1:38 am
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Translucent solitude
The quiet. It soothed her and comforted her. It made her ruminate. It made her feel alive. It made her forget all the trivial noises of the humdrum- the kids, the sounds of the metropolitan traffic, the radio, the hiss of the cooker, the blaring calls of the street vendors and innumerable ringtones.
Posted on 2 October 2015 | 12:32 am
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Purple
It was a great evening. And what started as a small argument showed signs of building up into a heated row. "It's violet!" "It's purple!" "How can you say?" "Violet is a Rainbow color. It has a great part in the spectrum. Purple is a mixture. It is brighter and flamboyant!" Jack wondered what he did...
Posted on 20 February 2015 | 10:03 pm
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