And I stand in the terrace surrounded by the tapestry of bricks. Weaved into the usual pattern, the bricks are no different from one another. I am here, in a home territory, and there are millions of others like me. I can’t see them; we are all in a blissful ignorance, and they can’t see… Continue reading THE BLiSS OF iGNORANCE
And, this was not how it was meant to be. But, can one help it? Do you know how it was supposed to be?Bruised and battered, I lie awake like a corpse; eyes open and clear, I sleep like the dead. From a distance, I am scary and disturbing because that is how you feel… Continue reading THE FALL
And as we sat there looking at each other but never quite seeing, I asked what had been in my mind for centuries. I have always believed, and I have believed what I read, that questions are always more important than answers; so in this tête-a-tête I had an upper hand, I was stronger. It… Continue reading THE CONVERSATiONS
And as the pages of the book fluttered in the winter wind, the alphabets escaped the pages and seemed to dance in the air. The letters are always liberated whenever someone opens a book to read, and the words and sentences create a world that encapsulates the reader, taking him away from the world to… Continue reading THE LiEBSTER AWARD
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