“I crossed my fingers as I let my quill dancing freely on the paper to the music of my thoughts. For the first time, it’s hard for me to extract millions of thoughts in my mind. Every piece of thoughts has its own music and I have no idea what colour of the choreography that […]
The enchanting aroma of tea filled the room as I began to pour myself a cup of ginger chai, my third for the day. The overcast sky and gentle tip-tapping of raindrops against the window made for the perfect ambience. The palette in front of me beckoned me, and I finally picked up the paintbrush.
The smell of a freshly brewed coffee filled the room. And in the corner of the bricked wall, there stand the broom. Scattered papers kept beside the blue ceramic cup. Jumbled words ‘air’, ‘breathe’, ‘sun’, ‘light’ inked in it above. Scattered papers kept beside the blue ceramic cup. -Ashmita Baidya With all the scattered thoughts
