2:18 am.

Late at night, when sleep abandons you, you end up pondering over where you might have gone wrong to encounter the huge number of failures. I tried to rewind the 19 years of my existence and from whatever I could recollect, it hit me that I would never trade one moment of my life. Not that it has been blissfully amazing, no. But because it has shaped me, for whatever I am, for how much ever broken or mended. What are we, if not the history that creates us? Haven’t you ever wished that you had Doreamon’s time machine for a chance to go back and change the past. I did, sometimes more than ever. Continue reading “*Wanderer*”

Hagrid’s Hut

“Gryffindor!” the battered old sorting hat sang. The Battle of Hogwarts had left a mark on the black and ugly old hat but could not scar its ability as a psychic to a young wizard or witch’s mind. Albus Severus Potter walked down to his Weasley cousins and his prankster of an elder brother sitting on the Gryffindor table, with a shy smile on his face and a twinkle in his green eyes. A murmur emerged at the mention of another Potter throughout the Great Hall.

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An Amalgam

It has been raining since the past hour and all I could think about was how you had described your love for the sky weeping while the clouds roared. I take a sip from the cup of espresso I had made. Coffee has always been palliative. I think I am a ceraunophilic more than being a pluviophile although, I could never figure myself out completely. The mere roar of thunder tells me there is everything in this world you can be afraid of but you have a choice to let your fears wash away with the drops of shower from the heaven and find the beauty that lies within. Continue reading “An Amalgam”