Sathvik PN

There is a peculiar thing about writing on a digital medium, you can easily erase your mistakes and move on as if there is NO strike-through at all and every lines seems so effortlessly been printed on screen. A privilege which is not available to you when you write on a blank sheet of paper. However, If I look at it again, I feel, it is not much of a privilege either. It feels like a sort of out-of-sight disadvantage. Photo by Steven Houston on Unsplash Digital medium can make your little piece of writings a great piece of art with better presentation and all those delicate changes like grammar corrections, spacing and moving text block for better place are so easy.  With digital medium, I could constantly search for better words, grasping pictures to add and all other enormous options to decorate my writings. But, there is also chances to distract myself away from the fundamental writing and shifting more towards only it's presentation However, when I write on a B-5 sized white

How could I possibly know dear, for what you've been longing for ? I've just been wondering all these days.. Do the dusk would be followed by dawn again ? . . Watch closely dear, a blind could draw a deaf could compose And also the one with everything may fall too... . . Here, Some have friends, some have family some have power, some have money some have combinations of these and some have none Still you know success does exist in every category . . you're right dear, there's no clutter free path No perfect definition of success Just the matter of perspective all we got are just some amazing tools and tools won't work by themselves right ? ... . . Did you knew dear ? that, I do own a private island... for all of us, But waves in shore, pierce through walls of broken goals rushing incessantly, encroaching... . . You've to remember dear, We've fought harder battles.. you got your own art of war.. you don't need

   Fierceness explodes when someone calls us as animal but feel proud to be called as Lion. We won't care about the fact that lion is also animal, just because we had prejudice of good impression on that. This is an epitome of our way of thinking in our daily life. Photo by Carlos de Toro @carlosdetoro on Unsplash    Mirror is one among the things which we deal often but usually averted form its invisible communication capability which can only be felt. It can establish an intimate connection with our soul and could visualize our obscure mesmerizing but we aren’t sparing enough time to it in the perspective of it has a soul too!    It reflects external features of everyone but to know its another face of service it requires emotionality and time. In our busy lifestyle, we aren’t listening to imploration of mirror to hear it regarding it as a sufferance. Having  the effective source of confidence beside, we are ferreting out our ideal inspiration in Google, Cinema etc. Witnessi

Just a regular guy from the land of rain and thunder... (from boundaries of Western Ghats) often has something going on in his own world and the perfect rainy day makes him to shower those moody thoughts as words in here.

A little story of evolution of the ambition of a child. There he was. The seven year old boy looking away from his 4 lined copywriting book. With eyebrows wrinkled, thinking.  An Apsara pencil held tight in his right hand. Craning his little neck, he peeped into his partner's notebook. She had went 3 lines ahead of him. Phew, he is in no mood to finish the page. Turned his head the other way and he was back looking into window side, tapping the freshly sharpened pencil on his chin. His class teacher was moving from bench to bench, planting some letters in books of his fellow play-buddies. As a cool breeze went through, something came to his tiny little head "Teacher"!, the little boy stopped tapping pencil. "I want to be a teacher" finishing out dash space of sentence in his colorful textbook. Clearing off some stray pencil marks with rubber, tightening his brand new sharpened pencil in fingers, he filled the space on top right corner. As school bell rang, this

Photo by Victor from Pexels “So basically, you are trying to convince me that, I can actually...?” I asked straight into her eyes. “Yes, of course. See Dhruva, I already told you how this works.” Dr Swarna seemed convinced upon her theory. “But, how will I be able to look into that past, I mean what is so different it could get with this?” “Concentrate Dhruva, Concentrate. That’s the key."  “What?” You see, thoughts are a very powerful tool. Every thought has a weight. But that weight depends on how strong its impression is. So, if you think hard, hard enough for anyone to think you are going into nuts, then maybe you can read in between the lines you have from the past. “Ugh?  hard ?" “When there is absolute silence around you, if you could able to meditate for hours together. Nothing to worry about.” But I had my doubts… this is madness, breaking all the rules of my physics, how can you look into the past that different? “Doctor, I still t

Near Sagar  You don't have to go fast.. you just have to go... . To know that, right in there, in those woods amidst of . eccentric echoes . and . indistinct sounds... . . a strange silence does exist.... . Saathvik in the same road . this road... used to be the daily route to school, but it isn’t feeling the same but more special now I wonder... . . . Time runs slow in there, in that trail... . . and . its not same as that typical feel at sleep of extra 10 min in the morning, .. In those woods... .. Voices in there are not in our range to decipher.. . Whoosh whoosh breeze in the late evening... . No much ricocheting vehicles in the lane... . Gasping Mobile Network.... . Being solo rider, . If you feel like you are getting away from a world... . . . . Hurray then, Congratulations... . You just escaped this realm.. . You just added a new dimension for yourself... ..  But Wait.... . . Its not universal... its only for you back

You know ? ... people won't fade out in dark for they have stories to whisper and mark . . If you see some, seems living in full of mayhem but sorry, not really as they're just setting a rhythm which feels right for them . . The knot is strong strings are tight Nope, it won't break loose into dreadful dark dooms . . Hey you ! don't let Fire out of fight . . for it's better to rise as dust than to lay down and rust...