World of Small Things

        Humans .The ruthless inhabitants of the changing world.These   inhabitants or we ourselves,have many faces at each distinct moment and at each tick of  the tireless hands of our fancy clocks that we hang in our homes.The face of the earth is mutating too.Its faces tell many stories;stories that may provoke or add a little humanity to our heedless thoughts.The earth is discoursing its tales of suffering and hardship.        The city. Where the lead smoke devours the blue skies and it`s companion,the stench of the garbage,that lies scattered and rotten on the poor face of our blue planet,arises with it and watches the notorious people ruin the natural creation from its hellish abode in the grey skies.One of the earth`s cruel murderers that is choking it to a slow death along with its inhabitants with a gripping strangle.                ...

It was monsoon in India.The raindrops splintered as it crashed against my window.The weather was as sulky as the buffaloes that wandered to and fro,brushing there black faces against the plants that drooped under the weight of the crystal clear raindrops.The rushing wind fiercely cut through the swaying trees like soldiers on a battle field. I sat with my hand pressed on my face watching the gloomy surroundings and the clouds that loomed above me.I felt quite disheartened to see that the sun had not pulled in to greet the morning sky.The raindrops rose up again as they splashed on the window sill. People rushed across the roads as the heavy rain drenched their clothes.The birds sat on the rough branches of the trees,preening their soaked feathers. The grey weather soon darkened the sky like a villain.Lights were turned on one by one in the houses,spreading the light out . I was fascinated at the sight of the shines from torches appearing in the distant horizon.It soon wiped the sulle...