Creative Scribbles

It is a fine morning. The tweeting of sparrows, the squeaks of squirrels and the song of the wind woke up Moin. He is an 8 year old boy who lives in the heart of Peace Wood. This wood, as its name suggests, is popular for peace and serenity. No one lives here, except Moin and his animal friends. We see Moin climbing down his tree house, Peace Home. 'Good morning!' he cried, stretching and yawning. 'Time to collect some fruits!' He went deep into the wood and starts collecting fruits. He has a natural ability to distinguish which friut's better. When he reached an apple tree, something strange happened. Some of the apples dropped on him. Moin looked at the sky. He saw birds retreating from a particular direction. The earth beneath his foot started to tremble. He ran deeper to know what had happened. When he reached there, he found a giant pit. When he bent to look what caused it, he was astonished! He saw a spaceship. He hid behind a tree. With a cl

Letting go means to stop overthinking about the past. It means letting go of painful memories and thoughts. It also means to stop dwelling in the past. Man has been a great thinker. He thinks about various topics and ponders over them. It is in our hands whether to think good or bad. The good consists of positive thoughts which takes one ahead in life. Positive thinking always leads to prosperity. The bad consists of negative thoughts which stops the progress of oneself, and he is stuck in a pit he can't climb out of. Man thinks positively when he is living in the present, thinking of the present and enjoying every moment; feeling it completely. And this makes him happy. Negativity surrounds him the moment he starts thinking of the past or the unknown future. The abyss of negativity blinds him; blinds him of every positive moment. He starts thinking about either the past regrets or the consequences of the future. And this cycle goes on and on; it never ends. The only way to end i

Saved by Lily One fine morning, I was sitting in Peanut Park. The elm trees were waving their hands, the white patches were beautifully sprinkled on the grass and nature’s perfume was scattered in every direction. There were lots of people around. I watched kids playing hide-and-seek, people buying ice-creams, birds swimming in the sky and all the other wonderful things. A blanket of blissfulness clouded the park, but, for some reason, nothing made me happy. A dark cloud was hovering above me. My hair was in a dismal state, the tie hung like a corpse and the shirt bathed in sweat. My boss fired me that day because I dashed out of the company without his consent. I told him that the doctor had called me immediately as my mother’s condition was deteriorating, but he didn’t listen. I lost the only job I had. So I thought of visiting Peanut Park to refresh my mood, and not to think of the loss. In the evening, I returned home. I got a call an hour la