The illusion of freedom
No one is ever completely free, in the true sense of the word. Call me a pessimist if you will, but it seems to...
Summer Is Life
?The summer night is like a perfection of thought.? We all see the temperatures soaring and the sun spending a longer amount of time...
Dead Letter
I choose to call this a dead letter because I've decided its faith even before it has taken shape. Since I chose to bare...
On Being Judged
She was understandably angry. Everyone she knew had some sort of comment to make and she was fed up of hearing them. She knew,...
The Dead Man Wore Pyjamas
Recently, I was reading Like the Flowing River, by Paulo Coelho. True, there were many thought provoking stories in the book, but there was...
A World of Magic
Father's Day is officially over. The presents have been sent, and the hugs have already been given. It's these kinds of times that I...
It might have been
Look, down there. That thing you just saw, shattered into a million tiny little pieces, is my heart. That sound you just heard was...
Memories of a man
These are my memories of a man who was so much more than just my grandfather?
Someone who always had the time to talk, who...
An Irreplaceable Power
In the words of Nelson Mandela, ?Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.? The daily routines have...
On Being A Writer
Almost unsurprisingly, she had returned from her self-imposed hiatus. They'd warned her about it, everyone around her. One had told her (and this warning...
