Lashaspeaks

The warriors of life are trying to teach you something. The incident that just happened , came into existence for an intention. They have planned it so, each step, each fall, each strive, each confrontation...... everything is designed. You get to know the definition of your life, when one tries and contemplate on the events falling in place , link them...! An episode from somebody's life, without a warning, associates to your story. Each person on this rotating sphere has an attention grabbing story to convey , a mysterious one, a funny one, a grief one, a struggle one, these stories are written by the warriors of life , who are reason of our overall occurrence. The meaning of one's creation still unknown..... will get the answer in life, subsequently... there is a reason, for which we are born..... A season, in which we grow. When our goal is attained,it's the end of our beinghood......... The warriors had sprinkled the glitter of omen all over the place, prob...

  Lying on the couch, Almost entering into a deep sleep zone, I heard a recurring noise. Bang bang, boom!!!! Were they coming for me? The repetitive  pounding sound. Nervous of what that sound was, I peeped out of the door,  noticing smoke everywhere. Gathered all the courage I have, went to the veranda to get a conspicuous vista of the noises and what the fluttering sparkling light was. People lit up something with fire, that busted  and created noise. The noise was banging in my head through my ear as if a hammer hitting a nail 1000 times in an unbearable amplified Voice.  And they felt happy about all the smoke.  I was petrified of all the scenes, from the veranda of the road. Without investigating further in I headed inside hustling, entering the door from the veranda, taking the steps, without rethinking a minute, rushing to the room upstairs where Mumma was,  swiftly under the bed wagging my tail.  Yeah, you read that correct,  this is ...