The School Journal #7 – The Repercussions of an Emotional Ripple Hm. I took a lot of time, didn’t I? I needed to. If not, I would reflect something too deep for anyone. I wanted it to dilute a bit. This should be simply ‘repercussions’ you see, not the echoing blast. For, This, all my…
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The Cosmic Accident – The Three Arrows of The Lord
“प्रपञ्चसृष् ट्युन्मुखला सयकायी समस्तसा महारकताण्डवाया | जगज्जनन्यै जगदेकपित्रे नमः शिवायै च नमः शिवाय || “ “Prapancha srushtyun muka lasyakayai, Samastha samharaka thandavaya, Jagat jananyai Jagatheka pithre, Nama Shivayai cha namashivaya.” “My salutations to both Parvathi and Shiva, To Her whose dance marks the creation of the world, To Him whose dance destroys everything, To…
The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas
There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…
Tangled Fingers of Two Craving Hearts: The Way to Hold Her Hand – A Short Story.
That was a shock to him. She was just standing before him, with a wide smile. She was glad to meet him, he too was. He was more glad than he can express. But he was not surprised; he was shocked. “What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice tense. Her expression changed, she…
The School Journal #3 – An Amalgamation of A Thousand Emotions.
. . . Cntd of #2 The Boring Intro: I don’t think there is an immediate need to write about everything that’s happening here just because I name this a journal. Its been a while I updated anything about The School thing. I’m the past few days, I’ve really been very very obsessed with the…
To Be With My Love – The Song of a Weird “IMPERFECT” Emotional-Self!
Hm, My Love, I can’t kill myself. Please. Can’t you just come closer and save me? Save me from being the murderer and the killed at once? Closer. A bit closer. A bit more closer. A bit more, please? Can’t you just merge into me and make me feel I am complete? Imperfection. Imperfection. Imperfection….
That Poor Little B*TCH – A Short Story
People always tend to tell others what’s right and what’s not. I don’t know on which basis they do that. I’m fucking forty years old and I still don’t understand how things tend to get segregated into good and bad. Even sucking smelly things is a really good thing for people and how can something…
The Stupid Marriage!
One fine late-in-the-evening! It started when I was going home on my bike in a real rush through the bustling crowd of our town’s busiest roads. What is it that started? “The turn of fate.” Of course, it could have started much earlier; when I came out that evening, or when that girl came out…
