Amateur scribbles

The necklace by Alexandra Dumas The novel which is over 700 pages would probably be one of the most epic tragedy novel from his times. Fiction or a real history , I found this very amazing and worth piece to while away my lousy times. Initially with so many characters and plots , I had tough time distinguishing them individually. In fact the whole climax and intensity unfolds almost only from the mid and in the last.  All in all a very touching piece from the Author and equally impressed on my first time reading of his books.  In short, the story is about a queen who is very beautiful, noble and generous lady. Like in court anywhere, there are also considerable numbers of people at her service, Each holding different position and duty. Amongst them , a lady who is wicked but smart and intelligent steals trust of the queen and ultimately stabs her from behind. She is the real swindler in her plot to steal the priceless necklace. Her only intent to grab the necklace but ...

Housed beneath the teak woods, On the hill overviewing the Samdrup Jongkhar city. Leaves are afresh dewing with  morning raindrops, Except for monkeys , rest is simply quite. A bygone weeks , busy and sweaty days, Lovely , cheerful and diligent friends . Hectic days yet splendid moments behold, There is a longing which makes me cold. Somewhere afar , i can feel her patience waits, Sooner I may return to you arms . Happy I am coming home, But so long as I may hear the dungsam river sings. I may also yearn her voice until I come back again . #random thoughts.

Spring has unfolded her elegance, Beauty to flaunt yet so ephemeral. Thin clouds sails like a ship across, Clinging on its rim a raindrop like tears. It's complex and its hard to gather, Beneath the sky, here I stand. Like a dumb, lost into the sky. There is a moon shimmering over the river, Her beauty spreading like a ripple. My own reflection making me cripple, Into it, I wish to disappear forever. Perhaps I may hear it clear, The sorrow she bewails on her journey far, The silhouette of the flags on the distant hill, The lonely star twinkling from the north. These sights make me sink in despair, And in the darkness, I can hear the nightingale sob. It springs yet the night is still cold, Missing her hand that I used to hold. There it stands the bridge where we first met, The only witness was the river that flows underneath. Long days have gone since the last spring, Hoping this time a good moment's she may bring. ...

I pulled back the curtain and saw my sister playing outside. Her playmate was the little girl from the next door.They look playful and happy despite heavy sunshine. Meanwhile, I took to the fridge and look for something to eat or drink and to give to the happy playmates outside. I forgot, there was mango that I bought yesterday. It was packed inside a plastic bag. I observed closely and at length picked the biggest one. I relished the piece.Perhaps because of hot weather outside and also my empty stomach it tasted amazing like never before. There was two more left in the plastic. I wanted to give to those kids and went outside. I called the two passionate playmates. I can see sweats smearing down their face. They looked tired but their smile defied their tiredness. They ran toward me seeing what's in my hand. More than anything I saw an innocent soul in their eyes, uncorrupted by any defilements such as jealousy, greed and hypocrisy which otherwise is becoming cancerous to so...

It's was a longstanding dream of my parents to pursue my career in the military. Inspired by their motivation and support , I too gradually developed affinity for working as a police officer. Most of the time it was my best friend who never failed to encourage me in the pursuit of my dream. 4 years passed in the college , came proudly graduated. But the pride was short-lived. Because I was like thrown into the boxing ring and made to fight without any training , skills . Assuming all graduates as contestant for the fight, chances for loosing my tooth,or nose was more than wining the fight. Similarly, chances of getting job for me was getting dimmer by then. Well, one day I saw a vacancy for police officer in the news paper. It caught my attention immediately ,I applied for the vacancy without a seconds delay. After all that was what I awaited for long time and to slip it away would be disaster to me . Everything happened very rapidly, soon I was shortlisted and sat for...

On the hem of the sky and clouds, An endearing pearl of sun. Without the evil clutch of eclipses, Abounds with joy and Happiness. On the hem of a peak and snow linings, The magnificent Mystical snow lion . Without the harshness of blizzards, Abounds with joy and happiness. On the hem of pasture and brook, The amazingly beautiful deer. Without the enmity of the hounds, Abounds with joy and Happiness

An  orphanage is not visible on her face to know her inner plight. I was with some of my colleagues chatting over a cup of tea in the shop. It was silent except for few customer at the other end engrossed in their chat as well. Abruptly, I heard a child wail that created a slight commotion outside .  Tempted, craned my neck toward the window and observed what was happening. A small girl was being reprimanded by a woman whom I suppose was her mom. The woman seems to have l ost all her nerves and she was looking fearsome. She smacked the girl two or three times on her back and the girl started to sob. Head drooped low,she wiped her tears with the end of her sleeves.The woman commanded her to go to house at once. Submissively she left the spot. I have seen the kid few times around,sometimes playing with friends and other ocassion playing with the dogs. Although,something about her look did evoke some instinct within me . Perhaps a sense of curiosity or otherwise i being...