A simple question has intrigued humans for a long long time. What happens after we die? What exactly is death? Why is it still a mystery to us? Made absolutely inaccessible to the understanding of mortals till the day it comes beckoning. And being a mortal, I too am intrigued by death. Before you call… Continue reading Death
Life. Begins with an empty slate
Fragile. Left in the hands of fate.
Driven by love.
And crushed by hate.
Until the day.
The gift is gone.
And shadows remain.
Days like this always compel me to pick up the pen. The weather is very cloudy today. A gloomy atmosphere all around. Normally, this kind of weather will make someone either sad or ‘too lazy to get out of the bed’. I always have had a love-hate relationship with this gloomy weather. Love because I… Continue reading Cloudy Days
What is art? Is it when you pick up the brush and smear all your creativity on the canvas? Is it when you play with colours as you try to reproduce on a blank sheet the things enraging on your mind? Is it when you pour down your feelings at 2 in the morning because… Continue reading Art
I belong from a small city situated in the north-eastern part of India. The place is good and also happens to be my hometown. I always get happy when it rains after a long gap. Because you get to experience the petrichor. There is something that makes ne utterly joyous with the heralding of the… Continue reading Petrichor