When you hit mid twenties, you concede to the existence of Death, a subject no adult ever wants to talk about but ponder over in their soliloquy. Today, I paid my last respects to an aunt of mine. The last … Continue reading
No matter how much of a great thinker we believe of ourselves, all it takes is a yelling bus driver to ground us back to earth.
This amateur picture is from my dormitory days, four and a half years ago. Rain washed down in sheets, pouring over the car and the tar road. Faces peeped from their doors and windows, basking in the view. Laughter would … Continue reading