Stories Under The Sun

The thing about the sun is that you don’t talk about it.
It is enough to bathe in its presence,
To feel its rays on your skin even when you’re not looking.
It is enough to know it sustains you even when it is beyond
Your hemisphere’s line of sight.

Till death did us part.

We live for the people around us. If we are scared of death, it is only in part because of the pain, the rest is a mind-numbing fear of losing what we know, who we know. There is family, there are friends. But sometimes, we find that relationships form in the most unlikely of places. It might be a negative one, no matter. Only, we might never fully comprehend the depth of it till we face a void that cannot be filled, till death and damnation. Can hate cause a wistfulness as potent as love?

No monsters, only man

Caption: What was supposed to be a fun day at a swimming pool transformed and shaped the way I perceive humankind. The phrase ‘this is for your own good’ never meant the same anymore and I’ve never trusted anyone who said these words because what they mean to say is ‘this is for my own good’, to feed my ego and fulfill my wicked objectives and I will achieve this by convincing you that ‘it is for your own good’. The smoldering flame of resentment and the volcanic eruption of fury that comes to others when one doesn’t put their head down, nod and obey changes the course of life for those who are the victims.

A Tale Of Two Nights

Loud noises of the Gypsy Jeeps were echoing in every alleyway. Alleyways stuffed with people as far as the eye could see. While most of them were rushing to listen to The Man in White speak, a few seemed to be making their way out of the crowd, almost as if they were looking for something precious that they had just lost. Pandemonium. This was the only possible way to describe the night, right in the middle of which was a young girl.