Ruchira's Ramblings

NaPoWriMo Day 10. Prompt from napowrimo.net: "Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that starts from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather phenomenon. " I chose to begin with an approximation of a Bengali phrase for an extremely harsh summer day but also included the British Isles expression (according to a link provided on the NaPoWriMo website) for a rainy day forecast- Noah's Day. Hope you liked this,  thanks for reading. 😘 Also, we now have the first ever photograph of a Black Hole (and it sort of looks like the Eye of Sauron), how cool is that? Next time I have a ring of power, I am throwing it into a Black Hole. One does not simply walk into space, didja say? Ah well, I shall burn those star-bridges when I get there. Also, Mandala Colouring is my new favourite way to procrastinate and I love it. See you tomorrow.

Okay, let's get this bit over with first. Google serves cookies to analyse traffic to this site. Information about your use of this site is shared with Google for that purpose. There, I said it. And that's all I know. I do have a third party sharing tool that also analyses site traffic, but that's about it. I don't know who subscribes to my blog or who reads it (unless they tell me about it, or you know, like/share/comment- that's a hint) & I personally have nothing to do with your data. Now can we move on? The following bit of rambling writing grew out of a poem that grew out of a CNN tweet  of an article about the biggest ever black hole that has been discovered so far: "Astronomers have found the fastest-growing black hole ever seen in the universe. " I am not a science person, but there are two topics that I have always been interested in- the first being evolution and the second being space. One reason for that would be my par...

Imagine endless night, and a sleeping world, in which you are the only one awake. You decide to take a walk. It is an imaginary situation, so there are no killers or rapists or drunken drivers waiting out there for you, no kangaroo court to make an example thoroguh you of their twisted, perverted ideologies. Everyone  is asleep, save you. you walk past quiet shadowy houses and tall, silent  trees that line the path like sentires. Each house is a microcosm of illusions, a multitude of stories we tell each other in order to breathe. Each tree is a whisper from the Yggdrasil. Slumbering dogs raise their heads as you pass, sniff the air with eyes unseeing, and then return to their canine dreams. And then you note the slippery edges of the strange light of night that settles like a blanket upon the soul of the world and the only things that matter are you and the contours of the road that stretches endlessly, emptily before you. And so you keep walking through the years and eons ...