Thoughts on life, our world, and everything in between. The Responsibility Before the Revolution. I started writing this piece in the early weeks of December but could only finish it now.

I write, therefore I am. It brings with itself thunder and lightning, slams down onto the metal roofs, crashes its way into houses that are too weak to resist the constant downpour. On Writing and Not Writing.

Monday, November 5, 2012. We have this tendency of blinking and losing the other person to the meandering, chaotic world. Met somebody, it was an accident. she said one thing, i said another. next, i found myself wishing of spending rest of my life in the middle of our conversation. all of it was too transient. and just like that, she was gone. She took my heart, i think, she took my soul. Sunday, March 4, 2012.