Cacti and The Lack of Erudition. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 4,848 other followers. Tell me I am a storm,. Tell me I am the wilderness,. Tooth and nail, Tooth and nail,.

Putting rational arguments in my Chaddi since 2011. Battling them with sarcastic pubes. Entrepreneur abandons his startup; joins Infosys to do something different. In a historic moment, 22 years old Amit Kumar, founder of Zulabo app quit his own startup to join Infosys. Zulabo, a Tinder-based app is dedicated to helping people suffering from. When the news of his resignation became public, a huge uproar, composed mostly of .

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She hastily entered the room and found the papers. So many of them spread across the floor beneath a thin film of water. Such small amount of water and so much damage. Water is a very strange element of nature capable of so much destruction. Similarly a thin film of water barely covering all the papers had stopped her heart in that moment. Watching those damp pages that were now blan.

Well, then nobody in this planet is good. We live in a generation where everybody wants everything black and white. The goals that we set, choices that we make and things that we want should be black and white. A person, in my opinion, has the least choices when he views the world as black and white because the shades of black and white are far less than the shades of grey.

Somebody called her an artist. Somebody called her a writer. But she was a visionary who. Painted life with her pen. The diary was her canvas. And her brush strokes were. Neat and deep, deep buried. In her eyes, like the shells in the sand. Her mind was a beach of thoughts. That visioned the sky as a bird. From the herd of people,. In her womb just like a pearl in the sea. The only pearl with the shine. And lust created by her own hands. Of stale and flaccid coat.

Cruising towards the rocky shore. Happy Independence Day, India. And while I love the feminist part,. About the colonial part,. Or more accurately, how others. Feel about my ways being. By people who are stringent. Of course, I do;.

Talk to me; in beginning to feel dishonest to my own self. 1 I wonder what I did wrong.

The stars go on wasting their vast treasure. Of flames, while I keep on burning out. In the flickering light of those lamps. Waiting in vain, for your return to. My arms, Oh how I miss the feel. Of your skin against mine in the. Dark cold nights while we kept. On counting the minutes we. Tried to stay silent, but in. My eyes burn as I wake up in the. Early morning hour, my head still.

I Think I Thought a Thought. Thoughts from the bus ride back to you. Of someone who cares;. He was a kind soul. Like a beacon that I followed,. Followed to this moment,. These moments right here;. Attached to a stubborn smile;. All from thinking of you.