Chaotic Calm

Random Musings of a Restless Soul

Dreamland (11/365)

How often, asleep at night, am I convinced of just such familiar events that I am here in my fancy gown, sitting by the fire when in fact I am lying in bed! Yet at the moment my eyes are certainly wide awake when I look at this piece of paper; I shake my head and it is not asleep; as I stretch out and feel my hand I do so deliberately, and I know what I am doing. All this would not happen with such distinctness to someone asleep.

Indeed! As if I did not remember other occasions when I have been tricked by exactly similar thoughts while asleep! As I think about this more carefully, I see plainly that there are never any sure signs by means of which being awake can be distinguished from being asleep. The result is that I begin to feel dazed, and this very feeling only reinforces the notion that I may be asleep.

If I cant define whether being asleep is different than staying awake, then how can I define what is a dream?

Can anyone?

Writer’s Block : A Poem (9/365)

Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by words
how they keep drumming in a beat –
knocking inside my head at night
they just continue on repeat.

Sometimes they don’t come at all
their pounding totally complete
I try to think of new inspiration
but sadly, I only get – defeat.

Twins : A Short Fiction (8/365)

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My twin sister and I were born with a rare genetic defect, which means I can only tell the truth and she can only lie.

She says I’m making it up, of course.

The funny thing is, because we never have perfect information, I often speak a truth that turns out to be false, and she lies in a way that’s actually true.

“That’s not funny,” she says. As she would.

“I was just explaining…”

“Stop it,” she growls. “I’m the one who tells the truth. You’re the one who lies.”

Maybe she’s right.

Honestly, it’s quite hard to tell.

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Thrill Ride (6/365)

Driving on roads of Delhi is definitely a thrilling(!!) experience on its own, yet my favorite are the times when we drive out to explore new places. And boy, do we see interesting things on the roads! :)


Recently a drive to Udaipur was filled with such gems. Look at the pic, At first I thought it was a guy standing outside the passenger door, literally hanging for his life, from that vehicle. Only later when we got closer to the vehicle, it hit me.

There were two.
TWO! outside the car!

Care to imagine how many are inside?

Little Miss Tidy (5/365)

Today’s sketch is a dedication to my elder sister who had her birthday yesterday. She is one of the strongest females I’ve ever met. Even though we have had out fights in younger years, I admire her a lot and look up to her.

Little miss Tidy reminds me of her because how neat freak she used to be. :) But now after two naughty little kids I know she knows what “Mess” is.

Love you darling sister.


PS. I missed a day in the creative challenge. Have been feeling too ill to do anything. Hopefully I’ll feel better soon and make up for the lost day.

Visual poetry (4/365)


This makes the artist in me very happy.

It’s a poetry, its a sketch, iiiiittttttttssssss Visual Poetry!!

Well, theatrics aside, this is one form of art that I’ve recently come to love. See if you can get the talent of this art form. :)

I seldom keep the shell of my heart open..
To capture moments in time..
One might just transform into a pearl.

Baymaaaax! (3/365)

I love animation movies. Sometimes way more than live motion. There is this simplicity about the core idea and freedom of implementation that animated movies have that is incomparable. And this one is a must watch origin story(sort of!) of a superhero from Marvel Universe.

Big Hero 6

Baymax is the cutest and even the funniest of all the robots ever made, hands down! He is sensitive and caring, and has a subtle sense of humor. I can definitely use one baymax in my life. To enjoy the feeling of hugging a marshmellow :)