A Space for Reflections and Musings
The rain had presented itself only as a drizzle that night when Sakamoto left the restaurant. His shift had ended an hour back, but he would always hang around for a conversation with the owner accompanied by a bowl of leftover ramen broth and vegetables. He would listen to the owner talk about the day’s... Continue Reading →
Most of us live afraid of time passing us, cheating us, favouring us, or abandoning us. Sakamoto simply gave up his time in the very hands of time.
The rep crossed the fiftieth mark and I let out a grunt. My aim is to reach sixty today. I am listening to Maynard Keenan repeat "Pushing me" all over again and again. I can feel the strain in my arms; the muscles contracting, wailing to not be put in that position, but I tell... Continue Reading →
“Inadequate,” remarked Mr. McCarthy, a look of disdain on his erudite face. “I would disagree. I like this poem. I see those flamboyant words I read in the Dickens novel recently. Certainly I feel Mr. Potts is a good writer. Albert, I say, this is wonderful,” Mrs. McCarthy shot back in embarrassment at her husband's... Continue Reading →
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