A blot on a paper does not rest at a spot. It spreads slowly buy surely, arching one leg forward followed by another and another; it seems to never stop unless it dries. By that time, it has left an impression. The blot remains for as long as the paper exists. Words are nothing but... Continue Reading →
Nocturnal Thoughts I: On Being Self Reliant
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 →