“It’s Neymar trying to feed it through..it’s a stretch..and it’s in and I can’t remember the last time I saw something like this. Extraordinary scenes!!!!! Sergio Roberto!!!!!!”… Read more “The Remontada. Barcelona 6-1 PSG.”
Hello Syria! Can you hear me?
Hi Syria. How do you feel today? Are you any better? I met a boy yesterday. And he asked me to meet you. Tell me. How are… Read more “Hello Syria! Can you hear me?”
Feeling helpless.
-My fears-
/fɪə/noun/an unpleasant emotion of threat caused by the nothing, no one, for no purpose, has no meaning.
My fears are very arbitrary. They can be defined as more of what I perceive about myself and less about my inner emotions. And there are times when I just wish I never knew what is feels to not have a feeling called, ‘fear’. Sigh, human emotions are worst and at a peak when you don’t want it, are burried inside huge caves of numbness when you want them the most. Funny. Isn’t it? And right now, I want all the vibgyors and rainbows of feelings, sentiments, senses, response, passion, intuition, ideas and impression. Everything. Except this human emotion called fear. You see, this forlorn human emotion makes me dream about things which has never occurred to me yet and there are nightmares when I worry about it the most. Either way, it kills a little part of me everytime. It is a never ending process and this, this process of rebuttal and refusal has made me even more vulnerable. I’m not able to decide the fine line between truth and false. There’s a waft of smog facing me hazing off all my senses about the present. And the waft has polluted my senses so strongly that even the syrup called empathy cannot cure it. I dream of myself running and panting as fear chases me. I find myself hiding beneath the mud and peeking out if it has left. Only to come out screaming and shouting, trying myself to let myself go as my fear grips my body hard and forces upon me.
And as I try to escape, tears stream running down my face and I feel myself helpless again.
Victor Valdes- The Uncelebrated Paragon.
Ah, it was a wonderful break. After coming back on this page after almost a year or so, I was asked to write prolonged pieces and was… Read more “Victor Valdes- The Uncelebrated Paragon.”
The moon follows my car.
Tears came trotting down my face as I sat there realizing how badly I had messed up today’s presentation. I knew it very well that I might… Read more “The moon follows my car.”
Not a bastard.
Ritika was discarding the unnecessary items from the old wooden almirah when she found a crumpled letter, choked in the dust that lay there since 21 years.… Read more “Not a bastard.”
Two different entities.
“I think the part of the reason why we hold on something so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice.” It’s been a… Read more “Two different entities.”
Age is inevitable
Dana, the female protagonist of the book I was reading had landed Russia to find the truths of the killings of the Winthrop family, just when the… Read more “Age is inevitable”
The Virtual Muse 