I see a world around me that feels near and yet so farI see a crowd of smiling content faces and hear voices filled with laughter and aspirationsI see hands finding refuge in hands and eyes gleaming in love And I wonder to myself what did I do wrong Why can't I smileWhy can't I… Continue reading The World Around Me
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Book Analysis: Birth Of A Duo By Chandrayan Gupta
I read a few new books recently by some very talented independent authors (and re-read some old favourites of mine) that I really wanted to talk about at length. However, I didn't want to start a review page of my own because, frankly, I'm not a reviewer and wouldn't like to take requests and neither… Continue reading Book Analysis: Birth Of A Duo By Chandrayan Gupta
The Importance Of Criticism
If there's one thing that all artists share in common, irrespective of the discipline they work in, it's their craving for appreciation. It's something that we live for, something that fuels the engine of our creativity; we love to be praised and to be commended for our work. Human nature is such that it always… Continue reading The Importance Of Criticism
The Old And The Young
On a bench by the lake sat a teenage boy staring longingly at a photo in his hand and snivelling quietly. So lost was he in his own thoughts and in the photo he held that he didn't even notice when an old man came by and sat down beside him. "She broke your heart,… Continue reading The Old And The Young
The Art Of Bargaining
There are a few things that one must never do, like step inside a tiger's cage or go skinny-dipping in Antarctica or go shopping with my mother; the last of which is a mistake I've been forced to repeat over and over again since my childhood. My mother is a compulsive bargainer, one of those… Continue reading The Art Of Bargaining
Forgiveness
There was something overwhelmingly inauspicious about the night. An exasperating silence lurked over the atmosphere as if in the aftermath of an elapsing catastrophe. The shining cold beacon which stares down from the sky had perhaps closed its eyes and was reclining behind a coverlet of clouds. The stillness in the air seemed eerily uncanny… Continue reading Forgiveness