Thinkle

  He hated flowers... I once met a guy who looked older than his age whose behavior was weird and opinions beyond strange He received flowers daily bouquets of beautiful Jasmine, Rose, Lily but trashed all instead "I hate flowers" he often said I wondered where that came from and asked him too he said "The answer's too deep, too dark for you" When my curiosity would reach its peak I would force him to finally speak "I've just spent too long 'round flowers" I'd wonder then, just how many hours? Just how long would that take you To wish flowers were out of your view? "So you live in a garden!" I exclaimed with surprise Just when a sad smile reached his eyes "Never grow up" he whispered and went After years I now know just what he meant As I receive bouquets from fakers and more from those I barely knew I wish I could go back in the past and forget flowers lie in cemeteries too  -Palavi Karnik

    Wish I could cart you to the past showing what you've missed,  Things that did not last I bet there'd be a list of wildlife that you've never seen How the forest was  Before in the world you've been  Oh such a pitiful thing to know and tell A cub like you has known no den  Your habitat's snatched, your rights are too I'm sorry darling, I couldn't give those to you  But though I'm old and my power's all gone I can give this in my last few breaths  it isn't much dear, just some advice to pass on don't let yourself obsess over grass  start admiring the glass 'cause those cages you know, will be your new home and in a month or two you'll be in the vulnerable few Know this though, you'll be just fine  you'll adapt well with it over time I know you'll live well by yourself But this lioness, will never forgive herself  For she's the mother who never could show you the trees,  The rivers, the forest, the moon and the breez...

  In the Raatwadi area of Konkan where you wouldn’t spot a soul in the range of miles, in such a deserted region there stood a crooked hut-like structure also known as Rajan uncle’s house.  As soon as Arun knocked at the door, Rajan uncle hastily let us in and guided us to the only room in his house. A girl of about 17 slept with tattered, dirty clothes and her face was stained with tears. She looked miserable and I immediately knew that no matter how tough this case was to solve, I’ll give my best to cure her. I asked Arun for my bag with the necessary equipment, pulled a stethoscope out and moved towards the girl just when a strange rotten pungent smell took me aback. I let Arun take over and made my way out of the room before I would throw up. Rajan uncle followed me with a glass of water. I gulped it in one go and sat on a half broken bench outside the house suddenly feeling weak.    "Doctor, you are our last hope. Please cure my daughter somehow..." Rajan uncle'...

Late night, heavy rains, thunderstorms, and a ridiculously long drive to reach home with a drunken man on the driver's seat, who could doze off anytime.  Meet 17-year-old Aubrey, tackling the above like a frontline warrior with stories as her shield and words as her weapons. Sounds too poetic, doesn't it? Well, she had to keep Nicolas from sleeping before he crashed the car and gave her a free pass to heaven which he seems to be ready to use at any given point of time. To make him stay alert somehow, Aubrey has been constantly bringing up topics that are engaging for him.  She talked about how she was born on Jupiter while her mother was in Africa and how she had once become invisible when she was eight and how she accidentally brought life to a toy as a preteen and lastly, how she always wished she could successfully make slime.  After the random ranting, all Nicolas bothered asking about was, which country Jupiter was located in.  Aubrey didn't care where the conve...