In life, when you feel dejected or miserable or depress travelling helps.

Well, when I mention the word Travelling, I don’t mean any world tour things or leaving everything behind and go on Himalayas or something. When I say travelling I mean, peeking out of our own window. To have a long walk through the city or village. To watch people moving around, in their own mind and thoughts. The people working harder than anything to ear living, struggling to get something to eat.

I agree that there is no magic that would heal your wounds or solve your problems.


It will show you that you are not alone. There are tons of other issues that people around us have to go through.

It helps.

The sparkling stars and open sky help.


I listen…

I don’t have money to help them with their livings,

But when I passed by their house, and when they greet me with huge, welcoming smile on their faces.

I smile back and sit for a while.

I play with children and teach them the how to count and summation and minus.


Sometimes I listen to their problems and I tell them how their life is healthier than so called socio-animals living in the city.


I listen,

All I have is time to invest.

I don’t have money…

હવે કોઈ પ્રિન્સ નહિ આવે

કોઇ સિન્ડરેલાને સમજાવો,
કે વ્યર્થ એ રાહ ના જુએ.

હવે કોઈ પ્રિન્સ
નહિ આવે એની શોધતો.

હવે જો છટકવું હશે એને
આ ચુંગાલ માંથી
ફગાવી દેવા પડશે એને પોતાના પરિધાનો.
જાતે જ ચાલી નીકળવું પડશે

જો એને જીવવું હશે તો
જો એને અહીંયા ટકી રહેવું હશે તો…

કોઈ પ્રિન્સ નહિ આવે…
~ કેવલ

(Feature Image: From Film Cinderella, 2015)

Roll the dice…

“Sometimes the future doesn’t unfold the way you think it will.
Shit happens,
People sucks.”
-Hannah Baker, A fictional character of the book and series “Thirteen Reasons why”

It happens with all of us, shit happens with all of us. I used to tell people around me in their low time that Life has never been fair with anyone.

In a funny way, “No one is going to remain virgin, Life fucks everyone!”

Well, apart from this kind of saying. When I feel really sad or hopeless or something, I go to Charles Bukowski. To his one of my favourite poem Roll the dice. I read him, again and again and again…

If you’re going to try, go all the
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
you will be alone with the
and the nights will flame with

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight
there is.


(Hope, It helps you too)
(Poem: All right reserved to Charles Bukowski)


A Fear

“What is your worst fear?” She asked.
“A monotonous life.”
-He replied.