Pikstories

It dawned upon him, reality hit him hard in the face. Coffee...? He disgusted it. Just to be a right fit did he take up that cup for all these years? Tea. Ah! He has always loved those small, hot, steamy sips. Though away from his land, his preferences were of his land dying a new death, every day. What about his inamorata?

Late, she dashed for her class, after tending to the victims; the floods had caused havoc. For past few days, her floor was her mattress; everything being washed away. BUT Little did she know  the universe appreciated her endeavors  PC: Renata Carvalho 

She wanted to fly.  Her dogmatic society frowned on those eccentric ideas, they only knew flowing. The Big-Fall was approaching, as she saw her dear ones fall down. It was now or never, dilemma groped her - society rituals or dreams?  She took a leap of faith and jumped off the fall  Flew as she envisaged. A precedence was set.  Word spread - Drops Do Fly! Soon, all the suppressed ones dared to go against the societal dogma and jumped off. A cult of flying drops came into existence,  because, someone dared. 

Dad: What do you want to be in life, son? Son: I don't know,Dad. I'm confused and stressed out. D: Stressed out? For what, dear mine? S: What if I don't be rich and hence successful?  D: Son, you must be RICH AT ALL TIMES, come what may. BUT, be rich in your IMAGINATIONS AND IDEAS. Rich in living that fantasy, fly that dreamy world. Play a prince as well as a neglected street bloke. Learn the joy of renunciation. Build your palaces, cities. Build your rivers, your own world. See your lover. How she or he is gonna be? What you would want to see in your lover? Take long walks with that one on the riverside quay. And also, a little place for your mum and dad.  And you know what son... I know you're gonna be rich. Very rich! I see it! #fantasy #dadandsontalk 

He who have lived for others have known what living life is like. He is the one with all the responsibilities,  He is the one who truly is Wild n Free  PC: Somnath Ash

She is dirty. I'm tired. Unforgiving, harsh is the hearth, those tiny feet - under the mud, Destitute, yet prosperous I'm, as I have the company of her smile;  only that is required  and desired.  PC: Tari Iralu 

Parched was she; devoid of love. He showed-up only a season. About time; she was giving in, He showered all on her. Their Love tested Patience! PC: Chaitali Jadhav 

She traveled and traveled,  to match the scenery ones described in a kindergarten class. After a break-up, a resignation,  it was all worth it.  Reliving! PC: Dhaval Madhani 

If empty chairs could write, they would first ask you to work for a lifetime;  to deserve their solitude.  Such peace helps assorting thoughts to put them down...    #balcony   #writing   #peace   #bliss  — at  Loyang Valley .

Ruins of a 9th century temple. This maple tree makes it look spooky-ishly beautiful.  The Conjuring 3, already? #mapletree   #Kashmir  — in  Awantipur, Jammu And Kashmir, India .

From seeing the tree-lined boulevards run past from within the trains,  to seeing these  beautiful  white  mountains chased down.... #srinagar  — at  Kashmir Valley .

They met only two days back... Now, they're like best friends... I wonder what they would be talking...? #cartalks   #personification  — at  Soma Vineyards .

  A constant hustle that is Mumbai. 

Rains washed off her make-up.  Suddenly, he felt a pang of longing for his ex.  #lostaffairs #broken #nature

It's more comfortable than it appears once you figure out how to enter.  A whole new world.  Yeah! PC: Chaitali Jadhav

When the summer is at summit, out comes Lychees - Mouth watering, thirst quenching, squishy red fruit.  For mangoes they sell themselves, but not Lychees, they're not shrewd. Standing in scorching sun, bearing brunt of nature's harshness those sellers droop:  truly, selling Lychee is not easy. 

It flew and flew  to achieve something that hadn't been achieved hitherto.  Ostracized, ridiculed, it flew whispering adieus.  Something new awaited it at the far end.  Picture Credit: Shriharsh Nalawade

The saga of the homecoming;  the Sun going down.   All thronging at the shore;  returning home.  To tell the adventures experienced and known.  Drinking their wine. Making love.  To heading out again for some more.  Picture Credit: Shriharsh Nalawade

Just as palms have fate lines, so does every town. Read them and see new colors and hear new sounds. Once grandmothers told us the tales,  Now, every city has a unique story for you.  when your routine gets stale.  Seize them!

She ran to her secret haven, after fighting with her mom - The Attic. She hated that now she couldn't fit in it as once she did comfortably.  It often made her see her mistakes; other times just the view.  Coffee | Music | Brooding   Picture Credit: Sangyumongla Lkr 

One day Green gave in and finally asked, imploring Blue, 'can you not just stay in front of the mirror so that i can  at least see if not feel you. Just a little longer!' 'I would forever... but I cant bare the way the Nose, the Whiskers and the standing Ears get to see the depth of you. Your love is conspicuous. You're mine.' Miracles see for themselves; sometimes through Blue and sometimes Green. This tom-cat sees it all and shows only blue and green magic. One green. One blue.  Its eyes!  Picture Credit: Sangyumongla Lkr 

Just as  #music   has genres, so does   travel   #blurpic   #enroutelifegoals  — at  Dal Lake .

The birds flew away to their nest; the chirping got down. Don't be disheartened my friend, the night shall rise;  go find your gown.  #sunset   #story   #goa   — at  Goa,arambol beach .

Cutting out from the beautiful for the better good is more beautiful. #silhouette   #sunset   #goa  — at  Goa,arambol beach .

The journey is eternal, so is Time.  A bright, chilly morning drive in the remotest village of Haryana.  #traveler   #writer   #kacharasta   #sarso kekhet

Mind soother. Brain kicker.  Frolic under the sun and in water. Drink your beer! Cheers!

The almighty and its might. Aren't we all just a reflection?   #moonlight   #marinedrive   #4am  — at  Marine Drive, Mumbai, India .

Mesmerizing  shades of an evening sky.  Balcony  Privileges Silhouette  of a Mosque #aftersunset   #balcony   #skyporn   #colors

Gurgaon's corporate park much like the M arina Bay Sands  (Singapore). A corporate city full of lights. Life is here (mid-level), Live it here (Up above). (Try to picturise Harvey Specter)  — at  DLF CyberHub .

Lights. Sound. Dance.   A street in the party-capital enlightening the souls in its own way. Quite eccentric.  This whole village street is inundated with night clubs, pubs, party places and hangout joints. — at  Hauz Khas Village .

When the bread (Roti) is bigger than the Plate, it is nothing but cheating. Iranian Cuisine  A Scrumptious Meal! 

The ones with disposables r the ones most memorable.  #catharsis

When the bread (Roti) is bigger than the Plate, it is nothing but cheating. Iranian Cuisine  A Scrumptious Meal! 

This tree at the entrance bloomed like never before.  Surely, the arrival of someone it loves is imminent.   #alldressedup   #nature   #dusk  — at  Vasudev Heights .

The song of the sea is this amalgamation of the sounds of waves, breezes and these free-spirited beings' playing.  Also, the setting sun setting the perfect orange. .  #onewithnature   #songofthesea  — at  Arambol Beach North Goa .

Even on the busiest streets, there awaits a Silver Lining .  One just needs to look up.  Literally!  ‪