Peppy Blogs

I don't precisely remember from where did I get him! When I named him Hippy he came running towards me with his tail wagging as if he liked to be called so. The lonesome room which had just the company of my old clock with its jarring sound filled with laughter and his pranks tickling my funny bones. Whenever I tried to pen or scribble something on my school book Hippy would come stealthily aiming my pen possessing the vigor of a cougar that is going to pounce on its prey. The mere sight of his ogle would break me into a spasm of laugh. I would reach the utmost stage of an impulse to giggle when I spot him swaying on the curtain back and forth. Nothing could push him to the valley of lonesomeness as whatever he touched was lovelier than a toy for him. In the interim, it's a daunting task for a human to find himself contented and occupied with his spree of interest. He was the happiest kitten I had ever seen... My inexperienced countryside life along with my age made

It was a dreary Saturday afternoon and it triggered the whim of all the hostelites for a stroll. But we could do it only unbeknown to our hostel warden whose rigid monastery life hampered her from supporting the lifestyle of youngsters. Then, a question emerged was  with regard to the location! I always preferred random unplanned locations over the planned ones as the former always surprised us with their element of novelty. Eventually, we came to a covenant to go somewhere nearby as it’s already late for a venture to a remote place.  Our compulsive desire got bloomed when the permission was granted with the help of the pack of lies that we had spread in front of the warden. If anyone had any desire to be truthful throughout life, it would get vanished or at least get diminished in the presence of our warden Ms. Preskilla as she denied all the genuine requests. Gradually everyone learned the tactics to bring her in line.  When we reached the college yard it was still sunny and we went

I was so curious about the thin rectangular black box which my dadda carried with him every now and then. I noticed him with parted lips talking over it at times politely, sometimes harsh, and on the other times with so much love and happiness. I got confused recoking why is he chatting with a box and why is he feeling ire with it while it is always being silent! It was seen quite invariably. My mamma also had a box with an amber colour. Shortly afterwards, I came to a conviction that it's something very significant or some indispensable part of life.  Later on, I clocked an opportunity to touch it with my bare hands. I felt it as heavy in my little hands despite of its thin appearance. Just like my parents, I held it with one hand and drew lines here and there with the tip of my tiny fingers. To my dismay, I saw variagated hues sparkling over it with a vibration. Suddenly my mama snatched it from my hands. I was heartbroken and started whining. My shrill voice pierced

It’s nothing short of an alluring place where one can vent all the stress out. Never have I seen a lake unfenced so far in my life in Bengaluru, until my eyes could feast on the Mydala lake which is around 65 kilometres away from the city. The mesmerising arena is a blend of three magnificent sights: the sunset, the giant boulders and the pale blue coloured lake. The gentle breeze curls up above the water- spread and the foreshore areas. It was around five o’clock in the evening when I reached the Mydala lake with my bubbly gang. The vehicles could reach so close to the lakeside that only a few steps could make it . Even though the lakefront was not sandy, the rocky shore substituted it so well that we could sit and relax without getting anxious of getting muddy on all over our outfit. The breezy air that emerged from the far away hills fondled us top to toe. After playing in the water and skimming stones awhile, we withdrew to the area of rocky land with giant

It was the constant rings from my friend who lived miles away in native that woke me up from my slumber. My eyes that were half opened and unwilling to greet the morning rays checked the time. It was 07.30 in the morning. In my life schedule that was the wee hours of the day as I was a night owl. My roomies who could not tolerate even the subtle entrance of hunger had gone to fill their tummies except Angel as she always used to follow her own routines. I answered the call tediously as the sleep still lingered over my head. But the response literarily shattered me to the abyss… I couldn’t wipe it out from my ears even after the passage of the very eighteen years. "Maggy, your brother!!!! Your brother!!!” As she couldn’t bear the heaviness of her heart she disconnected the call. I dread to think of it even after the passage of a couple of lustrums. My heart was in my mouth…my eyes got wide opened…If there was even a tinge of sleep it was propelled at the blink of an eye

Are you a nature lover? Then don’t seek assistance from anyone or anything to discover alluring places. Plan with your own instincts. There are plenty in store for us to track down in nature. What you all have to do is just pack your bags and go to unexplored areas where you can locate the mesmerizing spots. Even an arid area will have something to show you of its own. I could fathom this fact only when I ventured out a trip to Ooty. I felt a little bored as it was the fourth time I visited the same old place. Then we checked the search engines for the spots of panoramic view and they led us to Coonoor, a place near Ooty. On the way, we felt like parking the vehicle to have a peep around the place. What we could see was a stunning valley lying in front of us. The view still lingers in my psyche with all its lush foliage. The blessing triggered my instinct to park at all the places where I felt like and I could enjoy an unnoticed waterfall, a lake and a few more places which