
Every flower needn’t have to be a rose.
A simple nameless plant,
Blooms when everything is dry and withered away.
Bringing hope and tiny smiles.
Some fools sketch,
Trying to capture beauty in simplicity.
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Every flower needn’t have to be a rose.
A simple nameless plant,
Blooms when everything is dry and withered away.
Bringing hope and tiny smiles.
Some fools sketch,
Trying to capture beauty in simplicity.

On a fine snowy, winter evening, I donned my cozy layers of warmth and stepped out to buy a bottle of milk and a loaf of bread. Walking down the hillside I noticed something rolling down the snow.
“Must be kids playing with snowballs.” I said to myself and continued walking.
Then all of a sudden the snowball landed near my feet. I stopped when I saw something glistening under the snow. It moved and I could see a pair of shining crystal eyes, it purred and wiggling itself out of the snow.
I bent down slowly, “Hey there, you furry little friend!”, she replied with a soft mew and followed me all the way to the bakery. I fed her a few crumbs of cheese, she purred contently and we walked back home together happily.

It was a chilly winter night when I saw her.
Haute or mysterious?
A black floppy wide brim hat covered her eyes.
Her red lips left behind a trail of smoke,
as she walked past me
with the echoes of her high heels
resonating in the dark alley.

Miss Kitten is embracing the winter season in style by wrapping a cashmere blue scarf around her fluffy fur. Her cheeks go pink every time the cold wind bothers her.

She stepped out again
when it started to rain.
She held an umbrella in her hand
& wore no slippers on her feet.
She liked to splatter,
the water on the streets
with her bare feet.
So every time it rained
People who saw her exclaimed,
“There goes the Umbrella Girl again!”

You know life is perfect when there’s a stack of books and a cup of tea by your side.

A pattern lost and found in some old yellow pages bringing back a breeze of memories.
A seven-year old daughter draws a design so she can use it as reference to apply mehendi on her mother’s palm on the eve of Eid.

Day 5 Inktober Challenge
Dragons, fantastic mythical fire-breathing beasts. These mysterious creatures symbolize power, evoke fear, and will never fail to fascinate.

Day 4 Inktober Challenge
A cold night where the skies are clear and blue, petals from flowers fall gently with the night breeze, a lantern hanging from the branches brings hope and lends light, making the experience beautiful for passersby.

Day 3 Inktober Challenge
Freedom, elegance and sheer joy – dance is a wonderful form of art.