The question isn’t “What are you thinking?”, the question is “How are you thinking?”.Don’t you think so?
Every time i come across a pair of perfectly fine yet misplaced footwear like these, i wonder how abandoned they must feel like…
We are like that stone which hits the surface of a river…creates some ripples…bit of a sound…temporary commotion..only to drown peacefully into it. To the canvas of time, our species do something similar. We enter, strut our stuff, build something, damage quite a lot and then leave the stage while…
As species, we might have progressed a lot over the years while some things remain unanswered. Those questions are better left untouched, not because they can’t be unraveled but because so many before us — deliberately, if i may presume — failed at it. Questions like, why do we care? Or get hurt by…
How does one gauge slavery? Is it even possible in today’s timeframe? I’ve never been jailed though amma often locked us up so that we weren’t subjected to scorching summer sun. But that doesn’t come close to what a slave must feel under his/her master’s command. For reasons plausible, slavery is…
I can relate to the local train. When it’s empty, it wobbles a lot while the breeze seeps in from all directions. It makes a strange yet harmonic clanging noise as the hanging straps collide with the rod above. It seems like it’s moving faster though. A zen monk sans the demons. But when…
They say love happens just once in a lifetime. If that is so, then it may take more than a genius to recognize when and how and whom it happened with. Falling in love again and again and again and then again is what eventually wears us out. Let’s call it the perks of being confused. But they have…