I feel foolish. And it’s not often. Another feather in an overcrowded cap. Another notch in a leather belt. A conquest that would soon lose meaning. I cease to be human. I become a silver trophy. Amongst countless other trinkets. In a crystal display.
He calls for people to see his treasure, his feathered cap, his notched belt. I twitch nervously in the crystal display, feeling More
To Boddah:
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your More
10 crazy things I did today
1) Took shower in very very very hot water
2) Washed my hair with dettol liquid soap instead of the usual Fructis routine
3) Experimented with food (Please don’t try this at home) Had rice with jelly… Ewww
4) Called up my ex’s More
It’s been a week already with the accident. A week! A week since I have moved about. True I came from Baroda to Delhi, but that was quite an adventure in itself.
Dad tells me he was crestfallen when he saw me being wheeled out of the airport. He couldn’t even see More
It took me eight months to convince my dad that my little brother would never wear a leather belt. Even if it is snakeskin or crocodile skin or any damn skin… He watched in horror as young Yatin paraded in a cheap chunky belt with a false buckle and bright colours.
“My belt was 800 Bucks. What he is wearing must More
I call our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers,who are privileged to live in Space.
Imagine a vast sheet of paper on which straight Lines, Triangles, Squares, Pentagons, Hexagons, and other figures, instead of remaining fixed in their places, move freely about, on or in the surface, but without the power of rising above or sinking below it, very much like shadows–only hard with luminous edges–and you will then have a More
in 1964 Billy Blackstock
fingers held like a gun
was playing at shooting pigeons
as he shouted “BANG”
a pigeon fell down dead
Even he, to whom most things that most people would think were pretty smart were pretty dumb, thought it was pretty smart.
-Douglas Adams
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Ecclesiastes 3
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
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I’m so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave.
Because your presence still lingers here,
And it wont leave me alone…
These wounds won’t seem to heal,
This pain is just too real.
There’s just too much that time cannot erase…
When you’d cried i’d, wipe More
The gold of the day is dissolving into the silver of the night. They are coming out. The wolves. Howling… Calling you to them. Beckoning you.
You wonder if you should go out to play. You wonder if it’s time yet. And then the blue moon is shining it’s wicked smile on More
remember the day we did not meet,
or the day we didn’t talk rather
the day when it was not windy
the day it did not rain.
A table means does it not my dear it means a whole steadiness. Is it
likely that a change.
Dear Diary
It’s one of those days when you wake up with an ache in your head and a fever. There are places to go to. People to meet. Important people. Big people. And I find myself unable to even get out from the bed. My eyes are puffy, having cried myself to sleep again last night.
I never ever liked getting dressed. But I used to. For him. So that when he came home, tired from work and bitter from More
You left me, sweet, two legacies,—
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;
