tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82328050048104271512024-03-29T09:00:06.363+05:30locomente...Romancing words!!!Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.comBlogger1841125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-45966222582624456152024-03-22T11:28:00.001+05:302024-03-22T11:28:16.960+05:30Dream about DreamsDream about dreams in your dreamsDream about making those dreams into reality.Dream about living in a dreamy world -Where dreams come true.Dream and dream;Just make sure that it's not the same dream.Dream and achieve. Dream more and achieve.And remember, dreams need not be the incoherent ones we see in sleep.Dreams must be the fire that burns within -Unquenchable until it comes true;While keepingLocomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-77339709024961913602024-03-17T14:39:00.001+05:302024-03-17T14:39:28.465+05:30SakuraBunch of pinksAgainst the blue sky -SakuraLocomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-70240221950215504712024-03-07T13:17:00.001+05:302024-03-07T13:17:12.814+05:30Door to the Heart of Loved one!She walked...One step at a time...Slow and unsure.Each step made her feel lighter though.As if she was shredding some of her weight.Was it weight?Or her dreams. Aspirations. Thoughts.Even identity!Yet she walked...One step at a time.Slow and unsure.Until she reached the door to the heart of her loved ones.The door opened intuitively,Even before she knocked.She smiled and entered.Smile out of joy Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-34998365730553915802024-02-29T22:52:00.001+05:302024-02-29T22:52:26.675+05:30Books and People I read -So that I know I am not alone.I also read -Because I want to be left alone.Sometimes I read -Only to realise there are other people who are alone.Then i read -To understand how to be alone.Beauty is -Everytime I read,I am not alone.I meet people. I get to know them.Some make me happy. Some make me laugh.Some make me cry.Some are forgettable too. Some relatable.Some Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-55773383337597671982024-02-27T23:38:00.001+05:302024-02-27T23:38:49.318+05:30Poem on Solo TripUnsaid stories -Unexplored placesThrobbing in heart,And mind.Unsettled. Unsaid. Yet experienced -Uninhibited.Solo trips are God sent -Experienced by Angels.Stored in personal accounts -Nothing publically available.Solo trip is the trip of soul -Transforming the soul and heart and mind.Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-55227229505092761862024-02-24T23:45:00.001+05:302024-02-24T23:45:43.205+05:30The Cafe of SeasonsChapter - 1"Your destination is on the right", announced the woman's voice in Google Maps through her earphone. The cab driver also stopped and signalled that they have arrived. Alice always keeps the navigation in her phone on even though she has hired a cab. Just to be sure that the driver is not taking a longer route. Or the worst case, wrong route. She nodded and looked around. But she found Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-87587088751771143162024-02-20T22:26:00.001+05:302024-02-20T22:26:47.100+05:30Bed of Roses I was young and reckless.I thought life is a dream that comes true.Alas! Life failed me a zillion times.Then a gazillion times.Yet I smiled and walked with a spring in my step.Because life could fail you as much as it wants.That's alright because that's life.But if i accept the failure, I would have no life.So i just walked. Despite the throns -Looking for a bed of roses!Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-90270337387202393172024-02-08T16:23:00.003+05:302024-02-08T23:24:36.445+05:30WordsWords... Words - when we read or hear the word "word" or "words", it makes us think of many words we have liked or use regularly or some words we don't recall what it actually means. We all have favorite words and words that don't sound quite right. For instance, i love words like tintinnabulation. Phantasmagoria. Panache. Rendezvous. Ode. Slumber. You see, each of these words carry an aura.Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-57389127441677482362024-02-07T18:25:00.001+05:302024-02-07T18:25:24.784+05:30Yellowface - Book ReviewR.F. Kuang’s Yellowface is alluded to be
a satirical take on the racial diversity in the publishing industry and the
social media bubble. It is presented in a quirky package though the premise per
se is very appalling. Athena Liu, a celebrated Chinese
American author dies in a crazy mishap. Juniper Song Hathway, a jealous struggling
writer, witnesses the death. She battles a string of emotions Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-89637279590121027652024-02-03T14:39:00.004+05:302024-02-03T22:46:52.368+05:30A Date with NatureWhat a beautiful day, she exclaimed to herself within. The sky was clear and blue. The sun was shining, but not in an eye-irritating way. Then there were trees around. Some of them seemed to be hundreds of years old. What stories they behold, she wondered. During these times when everything is rapidly changing, it's nice to have these constants. They let us know that antiquity exists. She Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-56313971602008148072024-01-31T23:43:00.003+05:302024-02-02T19:35:17.585+05:30Always You!I am a mountain.Don't try to shrink me to a stone.I am an ocean.Don't restrain me in a cup I am the sky.Don't capture me in your camera.I am you.Don't try to make me someone elseLocomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-91648247379276254552024-01-31T00:15:00.002+05:302024-01-31T01:03:32.654+05:30Abandonment No one had understood me -The way you did.You understood -My smiles and cries.You were my all.Yet you left me -Didn't choose me.It hurts.It makes me feel abandoned.That's a new feeling.Betrayal was my old friend.You betrayed me too.When the time came -You chose to leave me.Just like everyone else. This pain is not new.I am used to it.Yet it's new.I never thought you would inflict this.You Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-84088263852616484042024-01-27T00:00:00.001+05:302024-01-27T00:00:00.132+05:30Love, Theoretically - Book Review Book Blurb:
The many lives of theoretical physicist Elsie
Hannaway have finally caught up with her. By day, she’s an adjunct professor,
toiling away at grading labs and teaching thermodynamics in the hopes of
landing tenure. By other day, Elsie makes up for her non-existent paycheck by
offering her services as a fake girlfriend, tapping into her expertly honed
people pleasing skills to embody Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-62034398177143087332024-01-26T19:14:00.002+05:302024-01-26T19:17:55.617+05:30Animal - Not a Movie Review I just finished watching this saga called Animal - The Sandeep Vanga Reddy's movie. I am struggling to blink my eyes and my head feels heavy. I am even unable to move. This is the impact i have despite watching it in a small screen at my home. I remember having a similar feeling after watching Arjun Reddy. I vividly remember watching the movie in my phone while I was in the railway station. Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-11762997198258632122024-01-25T00:00:00.001+05:302024-01-25T00:00:00.281+05:30The Mountains Sing - Book Review Book Blurb:
The Mountains Sing tells an enveloping, multigenerational tale of
the Trần family, set against the backdrop of the Việt Nam War. Trần Diệu Lan,
who was born in 1920, was forced to flee her family farm with her six children
during the Land Reform as the Communist government rose in the North. Years
later in Hà Nội, her young granddaughter, Hương, comes of age as her parents
and unclesLocomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-10715430809853142222024-01-24T01:31:00.001+05:302024-01-24T01:31:44.578+05:30Seasons of Heartbreak Just like the seasonsHeart is meant to be brokenAnd then be renewed Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-57278163551376709102024-01-23T14:24:00.006+05:302024-01-23T14:24:59.735+05:30The Reading List - Book ReviewBook Blurb:
Widower Mukesh lives a quiet life in the London
Borough of Ealing after losing his beloved wife. He shops every Wednesday, goes
to Temple, and worries about his granddaughter, Priya, who hides in her room
reading while he spends his evenings watching nature documentaries.
Aleisha is a bright but anxious teenager working at
the local library for the summer when she discovers a Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-31557329324409266532024-01-16T23:39:00.001+05:302024-01-16T23:39:18.919+05:30Tu Tu Mein Mein - 34Both brain and heart are starting at the bookshelf.Brain: (thinking) which book should i read next?Heart: (thinking) i don't think the books are really organised by colors. Or the height... Brain: You seem to have lost in thoughtsHeart: you too... What are you thinking?Brain: wondering which book to read...Heart: and? Decided?Brain: no... I am struggling to find one ..Heart: i could help youLocomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-14062115476907655492024-01-12T20:43:00.002+05:302024-01-16T23:39:44.391+05:30Captain Miller - Movie Review Arun Matheshwaran’s Captain Miller is set in pre-independence era. It is the story of a naïve boy who decides to join the British army to gain respect. It hits us hard when he argues with his friend who is not happy about this decision. He asks, which freedom is he referring to? They are slaves of the king anyways. At least a soldier gets boots. When he is renamed as “Miller”, he looks at the Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-30351230396107577192024-01-11T23:45:00.001+05:302024-01-11T23:45:24.421+05:30Rainbow She looked up...At the sky...And saw a rainbow...The bow of hope.The bow of joy.The bow of bliss.Why should I pick one color as my favourite,She thought...As she gazed at the rainbow in awe.She wanted to be all those colors..Let it blend and mix within her...So that colour white emerges.Peace envelopes!People see colors in a rainbow.But she always saw white.The color of purity and serenity.The Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-86913754062000590632024-01-10T00:39:00.005+05:302024-01-10T08:57:39.230+05:30An Ode to Wake Up Sid - MovieAs i type this, I am watching Wake Up Sid movie for the nth time. But it's only today I am realising how I am influenced by the movie. The yellow wall... The wing chair... The basket swing... Fairy lights... Most importantly, having a career and a home that's all self made. I have never recognised myself with Ayesha before until today. She is an aspiring writer. She is a technically grown up girlLocomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-69763975544224360192024-01-08T23:37:00.001+05:302024-01-08T23:37:39.738+05:30A Thought on Travel Have you noticed it? Everytime we come back from a travel away from the place where our home is, everything seems different. In a good way. More special, I mean. The skies and clouds. The trees which we never realised we noticed appear to have changed. Maybe grown a bit more tall. We also notice that there is a distinct fragrance to the atmosphere. The buildings appear more fashionable and the Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-25766193616464973362024-01-07T00:07:00.001+05:302024-01-07T00:07:11.067+05:30Celebrate Ourselves There are celebrated artists and writers. How did they achieve all that and reach the heights? Consistency, they say. Positive attitude some say. Hardwork is another word we hear. Laymen say they are talented. Pessimists say they were where they should have been at the right time. Whatever it is, hope makes them what they turn out to be, I notice. The hope of becoming what they want to be while Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-76896878531677967892024-01-04T15:55:00.001+05:302024-01-04T15:55:25.285+05:30Become Complete Inhale the emptinessAccept all the nothingnessThis become completeLocomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232805004810427151.post-28578636215848630532024-01-03T00:13:00.001+05:302024-01-03T00:13:34.721+05:30Rendezvous With an Old Friend I wasn't sure -If I would be comfortable to meet my old friend.What if we have grown apart?Would there still be something common after all these years? What would we talk about? Our lives must have changed so much since the last time we met.Could we still get along?All these anxieties were washed away -The moment we met. It felt just like old times -Familiar and Locomentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.com0