Down the memory lane..

Down the memory lane. By Shruti Abhishek Shetty Ice-cold raindrops fell on her back, as she ran bare handed towards a shelter. She sneak-peeked through a gap, between the edge and the door.   It was all bright inside and nothing, but few webs and dried leaves scattered. Rain water gushed between her feet, she

Blessings

Awakening all her senses she woke, amidst deep sleep. She heard some faint voice as if door is creaking, She wasn’t sure who it was. Dancing alone round the house, tuning in her favourite music. She felt someone brushing her hair, She wasn’t sure who it was. Sitting at her window, reading her own written

I GIVE MY HEART

I give my heart, to your piece of art. I love the way you talk, with your eye you draw even without a chalk. I give my heart, for genuinely you are very smart. You make me smile, even when am angry at you; in just a while. I give my heart, you are a

Book Review : My Journey with the Enlightened Masters by Khushwant Singh

Book Review – ‘My Journey with the enlightened masters’ Author – Khushwant Singh Reviewed by – Shruti Shetty E-mail – shettyshruti5@yahoo.com On the occasion of birthday of Shree Krishna would like to share my review about this book ‘My Journey with the enlightened masters’ by Khushwant Singh @eccentric_mystic. He has shared many experiences of his and

Ancient Civilization and Recent Home Culture.

In India our ancestors had love, compassion and pride in their relation. It was then people knew how to use the bit they had in bits. And now we know how to use the bit we have in a larger bite. The nuclear family diminishes the mind, heart and also the quality to embrace people

Something’s missing…..

Her neighbors asked, How are you? She said, ‘Am good. ‘ Her relatives asked, What’s going on? She said, ‘Nothing’s special.’ Her colleagues asked, Why are you not chirpy at office? She said, ‘Am the usual me.’ Her in laws asked, Why are you quiet? She said, ‘I am tired.’ Her parents asked, Do you

Monsoon – a reason to smile :)

Monsoon – a reason to smile 🙂

Everytime she is “SHE”

She everytime cleared her throat, to say something she never approved. But everytime she gulped her thoughts, thinking why to face the awkwardness that lay ahead. Sometimes she thought of the age and sometimes the relation. Always she had an approach where denial was not an option for the other party.   She was blessed

AM YOUR GIRL :)

  Distance cannot tear us apart, You brighten me like Sun does the world. Daughters are Papa’s subtle part, You inspire me everyday, have I ever told ?   Throwing focus on me, You enlighten me today and shall do forever. Pushing my back, wherever stuck i may be, You abandon me in mid of something, never ?   Words are few, prose’s are less, You make me proud, you make me swirl. Love for you i can never express, You know me like no one knows, for who I am ? – your GIRL.   Shruti Abhishek Karunakar Shetty

What is so unpredictable?

What should we name that thing which is so unpredictable ?? Happiness ? Death ? Survival ? Stability ? Or is it this thing called Life ? When does this Life exist and when does it end ?This whole universe has a cycle. Then why not this cycle is uniform ? Should Death be pre-