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...

Photo by Turtle Photography I wonder about life in blues skies, I wonder about life in the depths of the seas, I wonder if they would trade places, Thinking the other is better. The sun glaces over the coral reefs, Like wind skimming over blades of grass, School of fish swim the wilderness, Like stallions sprinting across prairie grasslands. Yet I wonder,  Do they look for something new, Something that is fresh, Something with the promise of being better. But then, I see their collective dependence, They are serene because of it, Their ways of living off one another, Each helping the other live better. So, I lie beneath blue skies and wonder, Should I be looking for something new, I lie ashore blue seas and white sandy beaches and ponder, Maybe better, is right here!  I could never be sure, Then again, I don't think they were either, We had this thing in common, We were all searching for something better.