“Sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.”

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“If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.

I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories — science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”

– Ray…

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For a short while…

You were so small.
I remember holding you as if you were made of glass.
I remember talking to you and you would look into my eyes understanding every single word.
You came into our lives bringing joy and love and happiness!
And then you were gone. Gone like the wind , one minute you were playing and the next you were lying so still…so still.
A lot of possibilities and ‘what-if’s’ come in my mind every second. What if I had listened to my instinct? What if I had got you inside with me ? What if I had stayed with you ? What if ?
And then my eyes close and I see you. I feel something wet across my cheeks, tears. Tears that mean nothing yet so much.
I can’t bring you back. No matter how hard I try I will always fail. But know that no matter how short our time together was, your sweet memories will forever be with me.
YOU will forever be mine..

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The Restless Never Stop

The Whimsical World of T.L. Gray

The restless never stop


I have been bitten by the restless bug.  There’s a huge world out there I want, no I need to explore, and I can’t move fast enough to get it done.

This isn’t a recent dream, but one I’ve had for as long as I remember.  Somehow along the way as I moved through my life, that dream got pushed down, buried, and forgotten and unfulfilled.  But, in the last couple of years I have been doing something out that and changing my status.

I’ve exchanged a good leather loafer for hiking boots and running shoes.  I’ve exchanged flat sandals for wedged heels.  I’ve exchanged a comfortable low heel for a good dancing shoe.

Your shoes really do say a lot about you, where you’ve been, and where you’re going.  I used to hate buying new shoes, but I couldn’t understand why.  I think I understand now.  I wasn’t…

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TALES and TAILS ….!!

God ! Get off me !”

I push Rambo away from me and stand up, smiling down at his craziness. He’s such an adorable dog. The way he looks at me when he wants something to eat; the way his ears droop down when he’s done something naughty; the wagging of his tail when he sees something he likes. Everything about him screams happiness. The best part I like about him is the way he treats my little Labrador, she’s a small black pup – I’ve named her as maggie.

She’s naughty and cute both. She likes to climb on top of Rambo and sleep there like its heaven. And the suprising part ? Rambo doesn’t mind at all. He adores and loves Maggie. They play and fight all day and sleep together every night.

When you first look at him, Rambo being a German Shepherd, comes out to be a  rather ferocious dog. But the moment you call him, he’s not ferocious at all. He’s calm, sweet and a really friendly dog. Like right now, he wants to sit on my lap ! Sometimes he just doesn’t realize that he’s not a pup anymore.

He’s like my best friend. He understands my mood swings so well. Whenever I’m ill, he just comes and sits at my feet; and when I’m angry or upset, he looks at me with watery eyes and paws my knee, asking me to be happy. He is all the therapy I need !

They say dogs are one of the best psychiatrists in the world, and I totally agree with it. A dog is the only one on earth who loves you more than he loves himself. My life is so much better with Rambo and Maggie around. I never feel alone or empty, because I know these wonderful creations of God will always be with me. Whoever said diamonds are a girl’s best friend, never had a dog.


” Okay ! Okay ! I get it. You want to play.”

Rambo barks his approval and jumps up and down in front of me.

Picking up his favorite ball, I toss it far away,

“Go and fetch, Rambo!”


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The Lost Soul….!!

I see him … again. Same place at the same spot. He’s wearing that same blue T-Shirt with a little white something all over it. Sitting with his arms wrapped around his knees close to his chest, he has a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. Every day he comes and sits on the bench and lose himself completely. I watch him, intrigued by his appearance. He has to be a rich spoilt brat if he is drinking a bottle of whiskey every day. Or does he steal the money ? His clothes too, speak of expensive brands. But the same blue T-Shirt ? I wonder why he wears it every day and how he does not get a single speck of dirt on it. What happened to him ? Why did he choose to spend his life in such an erratic manner ? Is it his family ? Did he lose someone close to his heart ? Or did he fail to accomplish something ? Usually these are the reasons for people to become tipplers. Curiosity kills me from within and a thousand different possibilities revolve around my head. Seeing him I think about the addiction he has for alcohol and smoke. What is it about them that draws us in ? What is it about them that we completely lose our being ? Some people like this boy, drink it like water every day. Don’t they feel ashamed of themselves? These dipsomaniacs seclude themselves from the whole world, even their own family. They neglect them as though they mean nothing. Clearing my head of the perverse thoughts, I look up at the boy again. He’s got up now and is walking, or rather swaying, towards his car. And in the next ten minutes he’s gone. But I know he’ll come back tomorrow and again lose himself for a brief period of time, just like every other drunkard. A part of me wants to help him; wants to go and ask him the reason for his errant behaviour . But no matter how much i try, I know I won’t be able to let go of his past and forget whatever holds him back. In the meantime, I’ll wait for tomorrow, knowing I’ll see him again again wonder what goes in that dumb brain of his, and every dipsomaniac in this world !

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There is something about her. About her eyes, her nose, her lips.. The way she speaks, the way she walks, the way her hips move with every step that she takes. I just can’t keep my eyes off her. I have to have her! She is mine and only Mine!

Clearing away my thoughts, I walk towards my special room. A room dedicated to my beloved! It has all her pictures on the wall – Aisha laughing, Aisha shopping, Aisha looking sad, Aisha winking, Aisha bathing, Aisha sleeping…. She looks so divine while sleeping.

Everyday I see her, everyday. She doesn’t know, she will never know.

I move out of the room and go to her house like I always do since I first saw her a year ago.

I carefully slip into her room, just to watch her sleep like every night. I caress her face, running my fingers on her cheek, nose, lips, hair. She stirs a little under my touch, but falls back asleep.

She is so soft, her fragrance so intoxicating. Suddenly I want to touch every inch of her, feel her hands moving across my chest, my abdomen. I want to possess her, feel her fall apart when I move above her. God! This women..

I slowly pull out my camera and capture her sleeping peacefully; thinking that tomorrow she’ll be sleeping next to me, with her as wrapped around me. I can no longer wait anymore.

I smile, thinking of the lovely things that will happen once I make her mine. Pushing away my wild thoughts, I move out of the house, planning for the next big day. The day  Aisha will be mine, in my arms. Whether she wants to or not hardly matters. Tomorrow, I will confess my love for her and tell her that I’m much better for her than that sick husband of hers. Tomorrow, she will be free from the shackles of her husband and those children. Aisha will be MINE! She’ll be happy. Right now, maybe she won’t realize my love for her; but I will make her realize.

The joy of it pleases me to end. I sigh!

Somewhere far, a shrill cry of an animal is heard and I smile happily….:)

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The Power of Words

Words – our strength, our weakness.
Long before we came, words existed. When we were infants, we babbled indistinct jargon to empty air. Our parents spoke to us and urged is onward. Through practice, frustration and failure, we learned words. Words are vital ornaments of communication in our everyday lives. When people communicate, they use words- the most powerful weapon.
Words can influence us in many ways such as in making us happy, sad, angry etc. They influence and sometimes change the lives of people. Their powers are expressed effectively and emotionally in stories, poems, essays, etc. They have the power to inform, influence, educate and entertain others.
It’s impact on different people is different because it depends on their understanding and on the manner in which they conceive it. Words are used in every phase of life and hence its power is immense and powerful.
Words are the most powerful and dangerous drug known to mankind.

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