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A bus ride home

Coming home by the bus, I noticed the smoggy hue to the sky today, and wondered at the strange weather in this season.

Would you imagine, yesterday started off cool in the morning, proceeded to swelter in the afternoon, and as it rained away all evening, a layer of fog enveloped the towering buildings by night? Mind you, this is an October in a country usually shivering at this time!

Marvelling at the breeze, yet the choking, oppressive atmosphere, I realised a tad too late what was approaching- Off Season Rain! Well. Damn. ‘I hope it won’t last till I reach home’ popped a thought into my mind.

But who said rain depends on wishes?The thing with rain at this time is, it doesn’t just pour, it literally BLINDS you no matter where or how you stand. And that is exactly how it proceeded to pour- blinding our poor bus driver and slowing us down a tad.

As we crawled forward, I caught myself wondering if the rain would benefit the farmers sowing their crop, if this was a clarion call for winter’s arrival, if the streets would flood up within a few minutes, if that generator on that street under reparation would be able to withstand the downpour, if that umbrella-less lady crossing the street had her home nearby, how the workers at the construction site must have hurriedly rushed to shelter, what the boy sitting at the window was thinking, and more. And caught a smile that had crept up to my lips without my knowing. I didn’t begrudge the weather anymore!

Stepping off at my stop, I realised, that while the others might have simply seen the rain today, I had felt it, become part of it.

Smiling at my co-passengers, the storm and the world in general, I rushed off home with the others, with no time to exchange farewell, much like the workers at the construction site in my imagination.

Oh, did I mention? I did get soaked right through.

Photo Challenge: Nostalgia

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I remember those hazy summer days so clearly in my mind’s eye, that summer of ’15. Yet each time I rewind into the past, some new, insignificant, yet beautiful memory captures my heart and imagination and blurs each distinctive moment into one blur of simple joy. Sometimes, the nostalgia makes me break into a wide smile even as people about me seem grim and carry on with their monotony, and other times it makes a pearl of transparent bliss roll down my cheek. I wish and keep wishing I could go back in time, be with those people, live that summer all over again, then smile at myself, rejoice in the days I was lucky to live and carry forward with my own set of monotony, only, it seems to have a beautiful gleam to it now. Who said thinking about the past was wrong? I say, live in nostalgia now and again, and shine today with the lights of yesterday.

~Kritika Misra

P.S. I know, I know, this is a ‘Photo Challenge’, yet as I don’t seem very adept with pictures as with words, I hope they can paint a picture or capture a still in your mind as clearly as they do in mine.

Daily Prompt: Facade

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And no matter how exquisite the facade, the eyes reveal of you all there is there to know: the turbulence and the peace, the sorrow and the joy, the anguish and the pleasure, the evil and the innocent, the calm before the storm and the storm after the calm; The eyes have a life of their own, for they work a certain magic into the coldest, starkest of faces and render their facade useless.

~Kritika Misra