How grand it is to wake up when the whole world is still asleep. I wonder why does one even sleep. What, did they climb Mount Everest or pulled a bullock-cart that they feel like a oscitant to gradually fall at their beds. Well that's beyond any human restraint. But, there has to be a... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #6. ~Compassion~
The worst point in being sick is not that you are actually sick but that feeling which constantly haunts you for being worthless and being good for nothing; and that feeling of despair when you try to do the easiest of the things but you just can't do because you're so sick. What hurts so... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #28. You need someone. But, who?
There are people who deserve to be happy. There are people who are sad. There are people who lived and died. Everyone you meet in life is fighting a battle. Everyone has a story. Everyone thinks his/her story is the most prominent of all. Everyone is in fantasy. At times we just want to speak up!... Continue Reading →
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough: #1. Dad, you know I love you.
"If you don't know what's right, you have no right to say what's wrong." Dad marked me with these words when I was to leave my hometown for the first time, for further studies. "You are not a kid anymore. You have responsibilities of late as of now.", he prompted. My mind was still stuck... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #27. ~Getting back in time- Family Time~
That feeling when you are sitting among a few relatives of yours and they start to take you back in time when you were an year old or so and you get to know about the mischiefs you did, the affection, the love, the compassion you received and how you use to run down the... Continue Reading →
That Beard Guy 