Life, when left unbridled becomes a chore unloved. One needs to keep revisiting one's past in order to make sense of one's present and aspire for future. The problem that I face continuously is to strike a balance between admiration of what's gone and desire to bring it back. To be able to do it … Continue reading Of weary dreams and worn out passions
I haven’t written in quite some time now. And every time I need to answer that cruel question, “what do you do”, I feel like dying. I don’t know what to say anymore. I do not write. How can I call myself a writer? All I do is sit in front of the screen, scroll … Continue reading Of writing and love
That one word to end the meanings of all words; words that do not stand a chance in front of the façade this one word entails. Every truth, all ingenuity, all graciousness is useless when faced with the intricate web of all the shiny mendacities this word so effortlessly weaves. Such is the cruelty of … Continue reading Pretense
There's only so much injustice a (relatively) decent human being will endure. Eventually he'll snap. And once that happens, there usually is no turning back.
My memory is a curse I shall never be able to get rid of. Too many injustices for me to completely forget. Too many unfounded biases for me to endure; Now.
