Moments of ELATION

Today, just out of an inner compulsion , I felt like sketching a moment that I have always felt so close. You will not find it something too big or astonishing but it surely is one of the deepest, rejoicing and enriched practice of mine. Something I just can't let go. Something to which I return after every stressful day. I don't actually relate when did the idea actually strike me, may be a few nights back when I escaped slumber and passed the entire night in the dark room looking at the darkness outside or may be a few more such nights back but what I know is I drew it just a few minutes ago and I already have a poem written by me that I may post with it. 😊 Mistaken There is darkness outside Not for a negative soul Only the night And its melody so sore As if  mist hidden hopes No beckoning, no goal. Glancing through the window Of that old stilt house You see a sour, crisp moon An old, mundane tout. Not a star of those times Could shi...

Author Khaled Hosseini Cover artist David Mann Country United States Language English Genre Fiction, Historical fiction and Drama The Kite Runner is the first novel by Afghan-American author Khaled Hosseini.  Plot : It tells the story of Amir, a young boy from the Wazir Akbar Khan district of Kabul, whose closest friend is Hassan, his father's young Hazara servant.  Their uncommon bond is torn by Amir's choice to abandon his friend amidst the increasing ethnic, religious, and political tensions of the dying years of the Afghan monarchy, wrenching them far apart. But so strong is the bond between the two boys that Amir journeys back to a distant world, to try to right past wrongs against the only true friend he ever had. The story is set against a backdrop of tumultuous events, from the fall of Afghanistan's monarchy through the Soviet military intervention, the exodus of refugees to Pakistan and the United States, and the rise of the Taliban ...

Everything is going so swiftly... life becomes so easy when you don't have to go out of your home, no one to face. Moreover, somehow I have got friendly with the four walls of my home and I am loving it. I know I am seeing no far from the very end of my own nose but still this is going great guns (at least for some time). Haven't been to the river for quite a long time... the river, my eternal friend. Don't know what withholds me from going there. May be just the feeling that I will break down when I go near her, start shouting and turn psychic. The panoramic view of the ever flowing river, the misty wind, the remains of voices that once echoed in that part of the town, the faint smell of flowers blooming nearby, the fun of walking on the wet, sultry smelling soil, the trampled grasses, the sound of the flowing water and the sensation of my friend touching me, its water flowing through my fingers... The wind around me turns chilling cold and I can't bear it against m...