How many times at two in the night lying on your bed in a dark room have you felt lonely? The rain lashing outside and frequent claps of thunder keeping you wide awake. All attempts to cover the blanket over the head fail. You want to talk to someone and let your heart out to... Continue Reading →
A Pessimist’s Glee
You see a beggar as you swing your attaché to and fro, a Marlboro in the other hand and thinking about your wife. The beggar extends his hands to you, not expecting a coin from you but a jeer; an insult to his whole being, his existence and his whole life. It’s not once a... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 