Neha's Notebook

Boredom | Inspirational Poetry by Neha's Notebook from Neha's Notebook

Life is short.   Appearing like a pocket of experiences stolen from the continuous stream of some godlike material, life is but only a glimpse.   If not just a fleeting glimpse, what is it, after all?   Like a rising wave which falls as soon as it rises, life too begins to end the moment it has begun to begin.   When we look closely into the relevance of life, we will find ourselves feeling fascinated to discover the fact that life is nothing but a journey towards death.   Our birth is nothing but a gateway we enter only to traverse this journey, a journey whose final destination, ultimately, is death.   And so, it is quite appropriate to say that life is short. Tiny as a heartbeat; only as expansive as a breath; and, only as much filled as the space of the sky with temporary clouds.   As we navigate this teeny-weeny journey of life, each one of us tends to develop and cultivate our own strategies, our own set of thoughts ...

   [Courtesy:  https://vintagesareeblouse.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/radha3.jpg ] It’s early morning and already there are pleasant smells coming out of Nancy’s kitchen window. As a cube of butter melts in the glossy black pan, Nancy scoops out some crushed herbs from a glass jar and slips these into the melted butter.   Just like this morning, Nancy wakes up each day, early in the morning, to prepare the family breakfast and to pack the lunch boxes for her school-going children. While her younger daughter loves to relish over toasted sandwiches and spiced potatoes, the elder one is crazy for the fudgy pastries and cakes. While her parents-in-law’s demands incline towards soft foods like idlis and dhoklas, on the other hand, a tray of biscuit-sized barbeque patties almost always fulfils her husband’s gastronomic goals.   Nancy is a self-made chef. She works from home, occasionally selling packets...