The world of brewing thoughts in a cup of tea.

If only we followed the hearts from our childhood... Life, in the 21st century struggling society is becoming more feigned day by day. This busy world is making us forget or is completely denying us of enjoying the true essence of our beautiful lives. The struggles, storms, envy and consistent failures shape our souls in a completely different dimension. This is where we pick up the broken pieces in a dark world. But hey guess what, you can struggle and face the most fucked up storms in your life without blending your inner soul and energy in the dark room. Honestly, life will never be a smooth walk on a rainbow. But that does not mean we accept the struggles and failures and define ourselves under this label. Nobody wants to attract bad attention and yet here we are, "quoted" as the most fucked up generation ever. My point here is; WHY CAN'T WE JUST BE? Stop trying to impress and fit in places you don't belong. Stop challenging your struggles and en

The early morning June rays were bestowing their beauty on the Delonix Regia flamboyant trees and the fern-like leaves were shining with the small droplets of water upon them. The cool breeze blew against his rosy cheeks and messy hair during his walk to the old bookstore down the street. Small laughter of happiness could be heard at a distance in the play yard, where children were enjoying their holidays and the sweet smell of freshly-baked bread was slowly invading the neighborhood. It was a typical perfect morning for Chard and the small alley to the bookstore felt like little steps to heaven.  Then minutes later, reaching for the keys in his pockets, Chard quotes the famous romantic poet James Russell Lowell's line:  "And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days." Chard did his daily chores after opening his happy place and waited for the usual small crowd. The bookshop was a small vintage home of fiction and literature which had a