She sat by the edge of the ocean - a spot of her choice, a light sand beach - and watched the shenanigans of waves for hours. Every time a wave appeared to rise and strode towards the shore, she hoped it would bring a corked bottle, with a rolled paper in it and all … Continue reading Answers.
A glaring beam shot into the eye, poses illusory images in the vision, images that do not really exist. The world, yes, this world, it glares you with all it has got, forcing you into a perennial state of illusion. This illusion then, fed by ignorance, mutates into delusion.And so, we live and breathe.
What a curse is solitude, but oh what a boon. A world in itself, a universe in cocoon. Solitude is lonely, or so they say. That meaning of life is in soiree. Who will cry when you die?Who will hold you when you cry?Who will help you when all is awry? Who will you lay … Continue reading Solitude or Soiree?
Originally published on The Weekly Knob A little past 3 A.M, she arrives at the beach town of Gokarna. The sun has not sprouted its first ray yet and the moon is still at the helm. She checks into the hotel, plops her bags on the bed and makes herself an instant coffee. No creamer. … Continue reading She is safe in her shell…