Creation and failure.

So, I guess its true. I’m never going to live to experience or perceive all the amazing-ness and the beautiful magical creations in this world. Maybe I’ll live to be 74 years old and yet surely I will have missed something grand. There’s too much content here, too many people and too many ideas, wonderful … More Creation and failure.

A day in a Life.

It is the 19th of April, 2017. I don’t really know why I decided to put this up as a blog post, but I was in the shower and I couldn’t help thinking that I wanted to remember this day in a special way. I guess this could be a “Dear Diary” excerpt but I’m aloof to the idea of maintaining a diary so mostly I just vlog or record myself speaking if I want to cherish a memory or remember an idea but, I guessed today was exciting enough to share with someone. … More A day in a Life.

How gift giving turned into a realization of my conditional and unconditional love for the people in my life.

This post comes to you in three parts. A history, A realization and Some questions.  Recently, I’ve noticed a disturbing pattern in my behavior, to be specific in the entire way that I give birthday gifts to people. I’ve always been the kind of  person who had to give a really good and personalized gift. I … More How gift giving turned into a realization of my conditional and unconditional love for the people in my life.

On Change. (Who am I kidding? This is soo about the meltdown I had.)

To say the least, I have been busy… The past week I finally read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, being on a personal mission to read the best of old literature i.e classics, this one was another feat which left me quite content. Having heard the story already as a child I was quite excited to read … More On Change. (Who am I kidding? This is soo about the meltdown I had.)

She.

      You find yourself sitting under that cold-vent again, wrapped in your paper thin school blazer. You look over your shoulder and catch her mid-laughter, hers is the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen, it reaches up to her eyes which crinkle at the corners, filling the static air with a pleasant giggle… … More She.

A beginning.

      I understand this is unforgiving, using a terribly clichéd title and first blog post, but…. To, this page. Before I begin, it would be nice to acknowledge the amount of dedication and inspiration I mustered up to finally start my own blog. It has existed in my mind for far too long, … More A beginning.