An Affair with a Foreboding
I no longer feel my tears when they roll down my cheek on the left side of my face. It is a rare feeling per se, for when a teardrop does fall, it remains stranded on the precipice of my eyelashes whilst my eyes don’t
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The Recuperative Road Ahead
I often find myself being riled up by a constant foreboding owing to my recent severe headaches. I remember the day I was hit by it. I was working on my computer, been staring at the screen for a long time, for I code, which
Pave New Paths
You know how when you meet a stranger, the first few days you always walk in with a perspective. There is this thrill of getting to know them huddled in your gut, playing fiddles with your psyche. You are constantly wrestling with the buzz of
Our Daily Graph
I have heard this probably a thousand times from people, cursing the weather, the traffic, the situation they are in, complaining and cribbing about other people, about their pain, about how insignificant they feel, comparing their lives with others, drooling over things they believe they
And This Too Shall Pass…
Death is coming. It is that certainty up ahead that everyone is aware of. You don’t know which day could be your last. Is it today, tomorrow, maybe a few years down the road? There’s an unsaid eventuality lurking in every story. You could be
Once a Dreamer…
I remember some time ago, chasing many dreams. Venturing out into battles, with whatever little I had. The bloke was hungry. He had seen blood dripping out of so many mouths, that he wanted to see how it felt like. There was an insatiable pep
The Demise of 2020
Even as the Covidian epoch perishes, and we slither into another elusive timeline, it’s hard not to introspect our actions. Goes without saying, it makes us apprehensive of the things that lay in store for us. What we as humans can possibly do is hope.
Waning Modus Operandi
Sometimes I am scared of what I might become. What if I forget my modus operandi. Can an artist forget his trait? I started off to be a writer, now an array of vocations caper about on my dashboard. The inclination towards direction affects my
Power is Control
Power is control –A shard of mythThat you think you own,But you are a marionetteDangling at fate’s behest.You think you moved?You are pushed.You think you are quiet?You have been silenced.Think you have spoken?You have been forced to scream –A painful bellow,You have been marked yellowFor
Calling a Potato
I have often pondered over this existential question one too many times – Should we be completely honest with people? Should we really tell them what we think about them? Can we really call a potato a potato? A spade a spade? Then I am