A thief in the neighbourhood  

Posted by Vaishali Adwant

One showery midnight,i was strolling in my balcony,looking into the dark of small hours;pondering in the quite.In a moment I saw a middle-age baldy holding in 6-feet wooden rod sauntering in my neighbour's garden.I assumed him to be an inhabitant of that dwelling as I waited to see his whereabouts in the grave silence.This house has a narrow passage inbetween the windows and our compound wall.The burglar nonchalantly entered this passage and was peeping through the aged wooden window.Just then my spine realized this felon is no indweller.I screamed leaving this crook confused,he couldnt see the source of this shrill voice in the obscure time-slot.He then saw me after wandering his big black eyes and immediately ran outside the other gate making a thundering noise.To my dismay and surprise nobody woke up,still.I immediately rang to the sherif and gave him a jist of what just happened.They however did their bit of formal errand for barely 10 mins in the neighbourhood whisteling and enquiring with other watchmen with of course no result.However after two days i see the same guy entering quietly in my other neighbour's house.Slowly opening the gate and peeping again into the watchmen's house.Just then a cab hits the lane making a screeching noise(thanks to those bpo employees who come home at midnight),and he rightaway leaves those apartments like a normal denizen.However I immediately call the watcheman and inform him and most of the people in my neighbourhood I know of this burglar errand.Since then me thinks most of the people are on a lookout even in their most unpredictable time of the hour.

This was the first time I saw what a thief looks like and his dumbass activities.I wish I had recording of some horror-flick laughter which I could play with full volume to scare this dumbwit away.All and all a sound sleep is probably not a good sleep,esp if such jerks are lurking around.

A Day at my Store  

Posted by Vaishali Adwant

As challenging entrepreneurship is, it also comes along with a delight that you might just feel right. My bespoke designer studio is situated in a quiet mall that has motley of offices and shops. It’s not humanly possible to feel enchanted every day however it’s worth the effort. A workday with latte and a brisk smile in the wild wilderness of ingenuity.Roleplaying from being a hard-taskmaster to hobbyist of creative pursuits of assorted miscellanea adds that extra dash I have always been looking forward to. Blissfully blogging, writing and designing, my studio is a different sphere altogether where work seems a melody blended with harmony of my imagination insync with the rhythm of time. I sit at my desk looking at passerby while creating a fictitious world in my mind. People drop in sometimes to enquire about what I design at my studio; as it gives an impression of some sort of abstraction. That’s how I like it, to keep the curiosity amongst people alive coz the obvious is never attractive and you have less to talk. So I take this opportunity to talk to people about my products and work. It gives me a chance to connect. I like people, I like to connect. A workday is more assorted than structured and I’m lost in the randomness which is my natural element.

I leapfrog..  

Posted by Vaishali Adwant

Awakened from a nightmare of languor,
Solemn promise to fecundity arose,
In the midst of choler and chaos,
Transcending through the mortal burrow.
Fleeting fame, burning angst,
Passion benumbed by middling hiss,
Acute crusade of whimsies amidst,
I leapfrog to hug and kiss,
The lulu splendour,
Sordidness amissed.
To be bold, I was told,
An old memory did I hold,
Truth and dare did unfold.
In a blistering weather so cold.
I resurrect from the bemire of dire
And cleanse in the intellection
Of lofty ideals and ism
Of heedful cerebrations
Of lucid gumptions.
And bring to life
A novel founding
That unbinds us from winding.