30 January 2002 Dear diary, I woke up with a fit of cough, staining the bedsheet with crimson. I barely even reached the washroom before I threw up. I was then swept with a wave of dizziness and somehow managed to get a hold of myself. I finished up my morning chores and shakily walked to […]Read More
A poem to a friend in the past.Read More
A thought about all the content we consume and a few questions that come up about our own existence or existence of Aliens who could be all around us!Read More
It could be 2080. There could be a Ceremony. There could be a pyre. There could be fire. And in it a corpse that had dreamt and lived.Read More
It’s all about the moments we recognise…Read More
Reunions are special, at times magical.
Reunions are full of surprises!
What if you never return from one?
But some day I shall be looking back over the horizons I’ve conquered
I’d sigh in relief, for then I’d Have a Story to Tell.
Those were the golden days when all I wanted was to ask a million quetions.
Those were the golden days when all I wanted was to grow up
And that was when everything changed, and all I wish was to go back to those simple days and dream of growing up and let it be an endless loop…Read More
Have you ever had a papercut and enjoyed it? Have you ever been hurt and you just never wanted to get over it? That’s exactly what this book leaves you with.Read More