In a land not quite far away, but virtually unknown, there lived people. A tiny number of them. Documentation of the area would show that if a war were ever to occur, between the people and literally any other species, the poor homosapiens would be sorely outnumbered. But, war was a dystopian possibility. You see, … Continue reading A land close by…
Ni Change You know, I've had a lot of people talk to me about how you can never be prepared for everything because well, life's unpredictable. In fact, I had my dad detail a talk where a person went on to become something not because of his academic excellence but because of chance. But … Continue reading No Change….
I have owned a cycle for nearly 4 years. I've played around with it. I've crashed into another cycle which left the other cyclist walk away muttering about my carelessness. See, my problem is I believe cycles are harmless. Growing up seeing polluting vehicles, I dreamt of riding my cycle to work like Mike does. … Continue reading The Rear Brake
Tomorrow is an important day, to me, and 24 others. Its the dawn of a new era. And while authors may refuse to use the phrase, I shall-It also marks the death of an old one. 23 of us shall be replaced with 23 others. And only 2 of those being replaced shall be present … Continue reading A Dead Story
What I'm about to narrate is a story. I would like to call it "My Story". Sadly though, it doesn't feel like me. To hell with scenery, characters and beauty. Raw truth feels dark. We beautify this darkness with things we associate with light because we cannot stand dark. It is such an uncomfortable feeling … Continue reading The Me I Killed
I'm sorry, I'm actually hiccupping *hiccingup , while typing out this blog post. I sing in the bathroom, as does everyone else. The difference? Ask, and thou shall receive - everything except the answer. I live alone with my mum , so I feel lonely, a lot. Like, I feel despair when I think about … Continue reading Hic-ccuppp
After the incident with the Man In White, a blog that was never published because I accidentally uninstalled WordPress and it was a draft- I started attending his classes. And while returning home from these classes, I'm lost. I act as a high-functioning individual on the outside- till the start of my street. Maybe I'm … Continue reading Short, weak