A thought about all the content we consume and a few questions that come up about our own existence or existence of Aliens who could be all around us!
It could be 2080. There could be a Ceremony. There could be a pyre. There could be fire. And in it a corpse that had dreamt and lived.
... and she put down the phone and started sobbing, eventually breaking down in the sofa. If only she never let him go, he wouldn’t have gone missing in the middle of the Indian ocean. Each tear of hers, dropping into her lap was filled with remorse and regret and a fear of never seeing him again.
It's all about the moments we recognise...
Rishab held a newspaper over his forehead to block the piercing evening sunrays burning his eyes while they lay in the middle of a Cotton field near an abandoned well. “Chuck it”, he said as his arms started to hurt. “Weak ass”, Sameer smirked. “Yeah, whatever..”, Rishab smiled,” that’s something I used to tell you.… Continue reading Myths, Wishes and Failed Hopes
But some day I shall be looking back over the horizons I've conquered I'd sigh in relief, for then I'd Have a Story to Tell.
Those were the golden days when all I wanted was to ask a million quetions. Those were the golden days when all I wanted was to grow up And that was when everything changed, and all I wish was to go back to those simple days and dream of growing up and let it be an endless loop...
Little do we know what to expect on roads untravelled, from conversing with people,things and what not to read a book on the beach. This is one adventure of mine where I took the road not taken, and I shall tell this with a happy sigh; that had made all the difference.
Have you ever had a papercut and enjoyed it? Have you ever been hurt and you just never wanted to get over it? That's exactly what this book leaves you with.
Are you insane? Why don't you just pick up a bike? Doesn't it hurt? Is it even worth it? They asked...