Monachini's Musings

  Climb the stage "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women are merely players"   - William Shakespeare A curtain unfolds the moment you are born in the world, with the spotlight on you as you enter a stage set for an unknown play. You have no idea of whatever's happening and why there is so much of a frenzied environment around you. Every day is a new adventure as you meet different characters who are simply living their roles and marking their presence through your journey. It's not for quite a long period of time that you come to realize everyone has their own version of what this play is and where they get to live through it every moment. Every single action of a character leads to the birth of a new story. Several characters themselves get weaved into the delicate fabric of your life and into the very plot of the storyline. It's all extremely unpredictable but that is what makes it all the more exhilarating. It's a mixture of chaos and excit

A ball of thread    Life is just a big ball of thread.     In my opinion, everyone gets acquainted with this woolly ball from the moment they enter a state of existence on this planet, but my intention here is to just give a description of “my” take on "my" ball so far.   It's a humongous, gigantic, never-ending ball of woolen thread. There’s so many colors you could find it in, all sorts of textures and variations but despite what may be contrasting descriptions of how it might truly seem, real beauty lies in how each of these balls has its own distinct personality and yet, such similarity in life.    Each of these yarn bundles start unraveling from the moment you're born. Big eyes, a cluster of soft, black hair, and a tiny, cute nose maybe, huh ? You blink a couple of times the first time you get to experience the world around you. Those few moments, I imagine must be in slow-motion, where you're trying to absorb a lot of data into your brain (the first tho

A Whale in the Sky ‘Tis a quaint old tale,   Of the time when a Whale thought it woke up to an ordinary day,   It felt at home to be surrounded by the blues it knew.   After all, it was supposed to be quite an ordinary day.   The place seemed unusually quiet,   No clatter from crabs, clicks from turtles, or pops from fish,   No bubbles floating around or beds of colorful corals at all!   The Whale was rather distraught with the disappearance of everything it thought familiar.   "Why is nothing out of the ordinary even though it is?" murmured the Whale.   Its expectant eyes flew up questioningly, towards the dancing sunbeams on the surface,   Only to be met by the sights of white, fluffy, floating structures.   "Oh! How wonderful these things seem", thought the Whale, "So puffy and large, I wonder what they could be?"   Alas! It had no clue it had landed into a World above its own,   Into a realm where it didn't belong,   Home to clouds and feathered