dream, imitation, life, soul

i KILLED ME

And there is a diary in the book shelf that belongs to Kashiv; Dreams, it is named in that hurried hand of his. And if you read, flipped through the pages you wouldn’t find any date nor would you know one dream from the other, it would go on like one continuous dream. Just like… Continue reading i KILLED ME

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novelty, Preconceived ideas

RANDOMNESS

And when through the open door, looking out into the open, rushed in an unbridled and obstinate wave of air it swayed the calendar with it, taking it along, to where the air was travelling. But the lonely nail held the calendar where it hung, just like the rod that held the curtains where it… Continue reading RANDOMNESS

be yourself, diary, life

BE YOURSELF

Amongst the  many little things lying scattered around, valuable or precious, thrash or invaluable, there lay a phone, a mobile phone. The phone was switched on an audio clip. The voice was instantly recognizable. It was Kashiv's. -The following is from the audio clip found on Kashiv's phone- And, I don't know how will my… Continue reading BE YOURSELF

beauty, love, poetry

BE NOTORiOUS *

And in the dead of night, when the moon shone in all the brightness of the sun, and, in return the moon decreased the opacity, the wind from the broken glass of the window, where a memory of the stone that hit the heart of the glass remained, fluttered the innumerable wings of the diary,… Continue reading BE NOTORiOUS *

identity, life, soul

THE BEGiNNiNG

  And, thus, under the ceiling of his room, with eyes open wide as the ocean, shining brighter than the sun, lay Kashiv. "This, then, is where people come to live; I'd have thought it more of a place to die.", the first lines of Rilke's , The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge, unsettled Kashiv.… Continue reading THE BEGiNNiNG