Life is a bowl of mixed ingredients filled with our best and worst fears. Think of it in terms of anything. Can we just let go all that we possess? Do we anticipate and worry too much?
This is my story. Although I’m deprived of sight to see what lies around, I continue to listen and feel the wind. There are certain moments when I’m forced to concentrate deeper on topics I may not have any interest at all. Nonetheless, this is my life, a door, passing information from one outside to the inside. I am the only passage for your exposure to the timbres that envelope and send you towards a release of blissful emotions.
Following are two images I clicked while I went on a trip to South India:
Image Credit: Shlomo Reuben
Here’s one perspective of dialogue which came to my mind, and couldn’t stop without writing it:
“Give up, you fool.”, the lioness growled. Her sharp teeth showed the strength that could tear the flesh of any creature that would come within its grasp.
The days are bright and clear. Sunshine bathes the world with infinite blessings, grounds blush as flowery buds sprout to display vibrant colours of dashing beauty, spread across to reflect the water beads glimmer. Feathery friends live in enduring lives over evolving matter. Interwoven between all such matters are invitations from species of the inexhaustible creepy crawlers, which dress up among territories and secure grounds to provide an endless nourishment towards sustenance. Continue reading
Following is the pile of letters I have written since the beginning. If there is anyone out there who could communicate with me, please forward them to the Chamber of Thoughts for my consideration. I would appreciate if you give your voice for any one of my letters I have composed so far. Continue reading
Note: This is the second part in the series. Please read the first of the three-part series: The Shock of War.
It felt like a hundred years. It was an endless battle no man had ever experienced before. Our enemies defended their territory fiercely. We could not gain an inch over them. Glowing rocks embedded with gemstones, blasted twenty metres above our heads, shredding the rock to shrapnel. Continue reading
NOTE: Some of the following text can harm the psyche of individuals. Readers below the age of 18 are advised not to read it.
“Everyone knows about it. We have to live with it.”
“I know. But why?”
“We cannot reason their beliefs. It would lead to death.” Continue reading
I bleed myself to death. However, death does not come and grant me my freedom. I hope the angels watch over me and everyone else. With each passing day, the experience worsens. There is nothing called life. Continue reading