Whispering Loud!

        Honesty still is the best policy for some! It was a quiet day at school today as the secondary section was on a trip to Sonamarg. I don’t know how much fun they had around the Glaciers but being at peace at School without that maddening noise certainly felt heaven. We, the Higher Secondary staff spent major part of the day basking in the Sun and intermittently dozing under the shadow of the magnificent Chinar tree that stands splendid and grand in the middle of the ground. A fine day, well spent and with this as the icing on the cake and certainly a life-long inspiration.  An old man, charmingly donning his peppered look alongwith a white skull-cap came to see the Principal of our school today. Principal Sir introduced him as Mr. Abdul Hameed Teli, a retired Chief Educational Officer from Sopore. Mr. Teli and Our boss, Mr. Mohd. Yousuf Malla have worked as  colleagues for quite some time and during one such period in 1989, when they wer...

Dr. Khuroo's Medical Clinic is a quite place in the narrow bylanes of Qamarwari, Srinagar with no familiar landmark around it.The clinic is not very roomy but at this cramped place, people from all the corners of the Valley start queueing up from early hours of the day. Dr. Khuroo is a world renowned Gastroenterologist and has done enormous research work in the field of Medicine. The man does not need any introduction though as he has already earned himself a name of being an extremely disciplined expert of abdomonal disorders. The best in his field he is a ray of hope to millions of local and foreign patients suffering from various gastroenteronomic ailments but as the way of this world is, he too has been a target of unnecessary wrath in his native land. Inspite of cynicism he continues to do the good work and earn the blessings in return.Nonetheless,I often visit the clinic accompanying my father for his routine check ups. Today I was there for the same but surprisingly, this t...

As I open the door after a tumultous day , the pale-yellow walls brighten up and spread their arms to embrace me.The passionate red and gold drapes swirl and sway and share my laughter and with the same undeterring loyalty they absorb my tears whenever my eyes get moist. These tiny things lying here and there dance with me when I tap my feet and they go in deep lull as I start bonding with Chemistry! Punology :P As I whisper my deepest secrets to these fluffy pillows,my bed holds me tight and loves me like a princess. Such relief that I unwind and wake up even more confident ready to face the storm and take the stride like a golden bird. Yes after a thorny day I blossom like a rose and life is pink again. This, my oak cupboard has my treasure,my friends in solitude,my books :) And on its left lies the chamber of my pastels that throws itself open and adorns me every morning as I step out to emerge as a strong and powerful woman. Oh! The mirror in the dressing corner. My magic wand...