A cup of tea, a solitary desk and with thoughts brimming my mind i start my very first blog. Through the window on my right, feelings breeze in trying to conquer my heart. I start blogging, because it is my escape from the oppressive nature of the outside world.
From my window, i see the lazy moon swaying with the clouds as though intoxicated by the oozing breeze, waiting to burp..! A tremor shrivels up the window as a heavy truck passes from my lane..
Another tremor rumbles within as thoughts and feelings collide over the trembling, tender heart.
I am always curious about what lies inside this cotton clad moon. It seems to be hiding some pain, buried fathoms deep inside it. Although, it doesn't complain, but the blisters of its wounded heart are visible to everyone who yearns to acknowledge them.
I see, through my muddled thoughts and find the same blisters rummaging my hollow heart.
And now a new gurgling starts deep inside, this time, its no pain. no broken heart.. Its the call of the tummy which sings a unique melody, which one seldom resists..
Its time for dinner...
