An Artist’s Heart – Ghibli’s ‘Whisper of the Heart’ and ‘Kiki’s Delivery Service’

Our muse is a strange being with a mind of its own. Once we have lent ourselves to our muse, we must also be aware that it is not a tool that we pick up and abuse at our behest. Our muse is the representation of our soul that we can depict to others through our art, or our words and it is the purest form of human expression.

Summer Heat

No movement on the streets, none in the mind,bored exhalations and sweaty palms with no work,production lines of every day's metrics wallowingwith bodies of beehive workers collapsed in distances,not a sight nor a sign nor a sound nor a shuffle, all just restwaiting for some respite in the sweltering summer heat. Lull in the halls...

Our Love, Our Fate

It takes two threads to form a knot,Takes three days to reach the hills,Four weeks to immerse in a season,A year to learn how to walk,A decade to grow with time,But mere moments to experience eternal love. Creating the foundations for two needsawareness of the other’s dreams and fearsacknowledge the truth of unheard tearsexplore the...

Gris – A Game To Experience

Disclaimer: This article includes moderate spoilers for the game's various stages. A melodious voice starts to sing amidst an emotional piano track as a girl appears, singing woefully, resting on a comforting palm. As the first falsetto wears off, the second just falters. The girl clutches her throat in disbelief and falls on the palm,...

Individuality and Culture

Photo by Pixabay from Pexels: https://www.pexels.com/photo/adorable-art-carnival-carved-339352/ "The integrated pattern of human knowledge, belief, and behaviour that depends upon the capacity for learning and transmitting knowledge to succeeding generations.""The characteristic features of everyday existence (such as diversions or a way of life) shared by people in a place or time." - 'Culture' as defined by Merriam Webster Time...

Sakamoto In Motion

The rain had presented itself only as a drizzle that night when Sakamoto left the restaurant. His shift had ended an hour back, but he would always hang around for a conversation with the owner accompanied by a bowl of leftover ramen broth and vegetables. He would listen to the owner talk about the day’s...

Empty Suitcase

Fruit basket full on the dining table,Racket of the mixer grinder and herQuestions from the kitchen—remindersOf the trips to home and back,Lie on the couch and slack, while lovinglyAppeared on the table in front,Juices, snacks, and a magazine, a softPlonk on the other end and a gentleTouch to the feet; such were the pleasures ofSummers...

Message In A Bottle

Has it ever occurred to you,Lying on the bed on a Monday night,What would it really feel likeTo receive jade-coloured bottle,Tightened with a cork and made of glassAnd enclosing a tiny piece of paperAnd nothing else? Wouldn’t it be strange if that bottle,Jade-coloured bottle, yes, just appearBy the windowsill and just sit there?Staring at the...

Borderline

At the beginning of eons, an expansion ensuedWhat was clumped, swiftly spread apart,For ages the universe sprawled itself likeRelaxing on the bed on a Sunday morning,There was always enough space, and thereAlways will be ample time to bask at ease,Just as the heat dissipated and life beganSo would the chance for all of us to...

Morning Rain Forgiven

Wind-swept by the lighthouse, black shapes Unsheathed in the pellets of rain, jaded hearts Undaunted by the sea’s inclemency; their embrace Opened up to the turquoise inquisition, lashing Claws at eternity’s rocks, breaking shards a sign Of pent-up resentment; bitterness echoing To the thunder above and underneath a leaden sky Rain sympathized with a fervor...