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 Optimum Setting of Earth  If I were to create an Aisling of today, I would say; today with Arora, ethereal rays of the sun are showered upon us, the cold winds carry relief to the shades.  The grass and all the plants and trees are at the perfect hue of green. The tall and firm trees, making a place which is ambrosial. The delicate blue sky is filled with distant and broken, pure white clouds. If you were to try to find meaning  in these out of the world, wales of skies, you would drive yourself crazy. The moving winds, passes by, teasing the Nefelibata trees.  A.V

 As I sat blended in the crowd, waiting for my turn to come, I observed the other speakers that had opted for representative positions at school. Some of them shiver while giving the speech, on the other hand, some did it with ease. A few included unique beginnings, while others started with old-school ways. A very small number of speeches were written eloquently and delivered without a flinch like Meraki , I had to adore them.  But over everything, what I enjoyed the most was noticing the small errors in their writing and seeing the teacher's faces and their reactions. My courtship for writing is sure demure , but I believe an assemblage of different words can even create Aisling of the place Agartha , the smell of petrichor , yugen that would be ambrosial , just like the ethereal that comes with aurora and make a person nefelibata . At last, I would like to marry my pen and become a writer, to leave parts of myself in the work I do, as if Meraki . A.V

  Threads Threads; they form; they break; they morph; sometimes with a gradual pace and sometimes in a snap. Threads also connect and strengthen, like the relations between 2 people.      Threads and relationships, I believe are similar, just like the colors of connections drift with time, and alter with the aura of the environment. The threads also do the same, they fade away, and are also affected if not taken care of. With healthy boundaries, love, care, and a little bit of fun, the hues of the rainbow can also shine over the deteriorating relations and threads. In the endless entanglements of threads, these complicated bonds, these everchanging correlations, and the cold dark strands. They can form under the naked eye, and freeze up like icebergs in the cold sorrowful winds of conversations.  But there are also the eternally blissful warm connections, filled to the brim with  deep affection and pure love.     At first, there i...

This photo contains a memory of my father and mother's first photo shoot. They are all ready and dressed up. Father is in a light blue coat, with a white shirt and a fancy tie. The sea blue coat is hanging over my father, a little loose, and a lot of air inside. Mother wearing a tinted green colour saree with matching bangles. And light make-up, making her lips slight red, adding to it was the golden earring, resembling a faint star; shining in the sky of the new threads, new relations. The photo shows their young faces, it also reflects the new relations of love, shyness, and a tiny bit of hesitation. Though their eternal blissful faces reflect their good times, I know a lot of lousy times had also gone by. Many thoughts come wondering in my mind, just at a glance, and the longer I look over it, the deeper I go, every time a new detail is found. A.V