The Apple Post

#55WordsStory- @greyalchemy -You start with A for apple. Then you learn the (A for) alphabets. Then you grow up to be an (A for) Adolescent. Then you (A for) Aspire to be some one. When you become that some one, you marry and have kids. Then you teach your kids (A for) Apple 

The Bottle Post - Alcohol, the prime culprit.

#55WordsStory- @greyalchemy- I laid royal dressed in shades of green and transparent. Not to brag, but my mouth was opened by the finest of humans. The rum inside me could make a man do things he'd never done. Yes, I'm the bottle that caused accidents. I am the true murderer.

The City Post - New York City

#55WordsStory- @greyalchemy- The first sentence read "I long your warmth. Soon this war will end and together we will be. Love, J". She cried. She cried every time she glanced at his signature, that little heart he drew was genuinely the only thing she'd ever borrowed.But, the refugee never returned and all that was left were a bunch of letters 

The Letters Post

#55WordsStory - @greyalchemy- The first sentence read "I long your warmth. Soon this war will end and together we will be. Love, J". She cried. She cried every time she glanced at his signature, that little heart he drew was genuinely the only thing she'd ever borrowed.But, the refugee never returned and all that was left were a bunch of letters

The Wicked Post

#55WordsStory - @greyalchemy -Green she looked with paint and otherwise. Swaying her broom swiftly across her own shadow. While the moon shone bright, She acknowledged a scary old pumpkin from her hands, also green. An eager loud bell overpowered her wicked smile. Then they opened the door and the eight year old said "Happy Halloween, candy?"

The most cliched topic there is..

FRaaandship
We all have friends don't we? and we all remember, how and where we met them first? and the reason why you became friends at the first place.
Now, Friendship for me has always been a chapter I fail to excel in. With the friends I've had, you'd never know if you are very lucky to have em' OR extremely unlucky that you'd curse your life everyday.
They say, "you find peace in solitude", whoever said that must have had a huge grudge against the Human raise. Who wouldn't want friends! and its so exciting to make new friends, like on twitter. (I realize how corny that sounds, but..) Its very easy to make friends! but very difficult to maintain friendship. 
Okay, here's the deal. In your life you'll probably come across millions of people who hate you, and about very very few people who'd like you and would show interest in you. Screw the million. Catch on to the very very few people who like you, who want you, who might need you! Because these are the people who stick around when you need them.
To all those fellow losers  friendship, "keep it simple, don't over think it and never EVER expect anything, from anyone!".
When it comes to friendship, I need constant change. I get bored easy. OH! do not judge me! I have boring friends too, but somewhere down the line I know the relationship ain't going anywhere. 
(Who am I to talk.. I just got off phone with my best friend. Yes, I fought with her. All fine, she's coming home.)
Never mind, it's not rocket science.. its much harder than that. It takes dedication, emotion, loyalty, trust, smartness, self-awareness, an open-mind, responsive, responsible, resourceful and most of all sense of humor to maintain friendship.
Well, this was just another useless post out of sheer boredom.
Anyways,

Be my friend?

I miss Colors.

Its been almost 2 whole years, since I've structured a white canvas in front of me...

It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge. 

Albert Einstein 

Here, I am attaching few paintings and sketches I made back then and which I long to make now :

For this I used : acrylic base and crayons

Oil Painting

Scream Interpretation (Pop Art)

SketchBook Pro

SketchBook Pro 

Chaotic Silence (Pop Art)

It kills me to think that I am wasting my life on such surreal things like college and travelling and not Drawing and Painting. Cause, that's what kept me real. Cause, that's what kept me untangled. Anh, I cherish those days, when I looked forward to holding my brush and slapping it on the canvas. The anxiety of running to my art room and the curiosity of waiting for the final product! Now that I am in college and have practically no time : I miss ART.  I miss Painting. I miss Drawing. I miss holding that brush! I miss that look of an empty canvas and the smell of paints. I miss Colors.