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.
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...
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.