When you see a teenager walking down a road, those dangling white earphones remind you that there is hope that maybe tomorrow will be better off than today. You walk on further, and perhaps you encounter another group of boys, … Continue reading You
Writing is a way to free the mind, a way of letting all your feeling out on to a piece of paper, and be done with them atleast temporarily and live a more soothing life, a life where you appreciate beauty in small things like the revving of the engine while you drive the car, the old lady staring vacantly into the distant horizon, rewinding her life to all those moments of joy and of sorrow, of decisions filled with regret, of a hope which had left her long ago on some starry night. Words strung together in a sentence … Continue reading To Follow a Train
I look at the clouds and I see nothing, The moonlight through the tress pictures no beauty, The words I write dont mean anything I do it all, because that seems to be my duty. A few more lines, and … Continue reading Poem about Nothing
As a science student, the concept of choice, and of free thinking has always amazed me. Looking at choice from a population’s perspective, you realize that it is no more than random behavior. Though a choice is an informed instinctive action, you dont know whether the choice will serve you well in the longer run, and though we sometimes look back and say, maybe we should have walked down the other road, the fact remains that you cannot go back. And therein lies the enigma of choice. For me, a choice is to say at a given moment, whether light … Continue reading The Enigma of Choice
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