Photo by Anders Jildén A lot of me is because of a beautiful night I once saw on an evening in Coimbatore. There was a blackout as usual and to escape the mosquitoes I ran to the terrace. The terrace was lit. It didn't strike me at first. As I stand there wondering where the light was coming from, the red moon rises from the East. It was really late even for the moon and I sat there under it's mellow light for the night. At 3 am I had an epiphany. I wished to pen down my excitement. Now came my dilemma, my vocabulary was extremely poor, horrible spelling and a sense of grammar that made kinder garden students look like champions. But I penned it down non the less.  It's been 6 years, I am better off today. With a great deal of help from people I met across years I was able to bootstrap a decent amount of vocab, spelling and grammar. But every time I see a full moon I am immediately transported back to that dark moon lit night in Coimbatore and I am writing agai...

Words of wind and fire join as one, What a lovely blaze they shall become.  Through the moments of time we have seen,  An unstoppable force they can be.  Write them as you feel,  Listen to them as you hear.  Words of wind and fire join as one,  An immovable object they shall become.  Pour a glass of perspective,  with three cube of ice.  A pinch of life to go along with,  A toast to all, a glass of perspective with life .  Take your time, I shall wait.  I don’t urge you to change your pace.  All i want at the end of the day,  Is for you to write to me,  With Zeal and patience I shall stay.  Your words are my inspiration,  Write them to me and i shall read.  Read them to me and i shall hear.  For people who understand my thoughts,  The ideas you have, broadens my world everyday.