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Write Until i Think

More than a few months have passed since that night which was so desolate an affair as to be voiceless in a sea of thoughts. The swarm of thoughts that came to me swayed as if a storm was up and about, battering them with a torrential downpour of ideas that resonated with the words “If Only”. Voices talked about my fear and the accompanying frustration. I wanted to capture time and erase painful memories that stirred up a rage powered by a hundred-and-one repressed emotions and unremembered misdeeds. The most hurtful prose ever written was bursting at its seams in my mind as I fantasised writing word after word, idiom after idiom of savage nothings… Continue reading “Write Until i Think”

Do Chimps Look At The Moon?

Or do they dream about bananas all night? Or for that matter, do they ever wonder why us humans don’t walk on all fours all the time? The question is not speciesist in nature. Think of it as peeking at the grass on the other side. Continue reading “Do Chimps Look At The Moon?”

Writing Is Pooping

You feel light after writing. You feel relieved after ranting about something that’s been hogging on your grey cells the entire day or more. Hence, writing is like pooping. Waste within you goes out. If you don’t write then you feel intellectually constipated. And much like bowel constipation, intellectual constipation is chronic and painful. Please forgive the gross but fitting comparison. Now if you would care to read further, this piece is a very contemplative, non-joking affair. Continue reading “Writing Is Pooping”

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