Part 4 : The frog in the well…the yearning

Continues ... The day went on in the hustle and bustle. As the evening came, so came the plight of the cold winds. We all left work, tired and dirty but dared not to go near the water. After cleaning up, how much ever each could, everyone went to spend time on their own. I …

Part 3:The frog in the well..The Skyline. . .

https://wordpress.com/post/fromsandstostars.wordpress.com/58 Cont… The morning view of Kaza is as fresh as the dew on a green leaf, except there were hardly any green leaves there and the place was arid as dry toast. The sun rays were unfiltered and pure and when they fell on the mountains, it seemed a mother`s soft hands rubbing over …

Part 2 : The frog in the well.. The Rain..

https://wordpress.com/post/fromsandstostars.wordpress.com/39    Cont… I woke up after a refreshing sleep. The window of my room faced the backyard, so I, like all Bollywood movies opened the window to soak in the sun and fresh light... HOLY CRAP…BRRRRR... its FREAKIN FUCKIN COLD !!God knows why I thought I`d be feeling like a diva with a Colgate …

Part 1 : The frog in the well – The Sky Above. . .

It all starts with a dream… No… literally it started with an actual morning dream! I dreamed that I was having a fight my dad about not letting me get out of the house. It’s been 6 months since I was at home, being a couch potato and even my dreams were telling the me …