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Why do you write when nobody is reading?
If the core purpose of writing was mere record keeping and knowledge sharing, then heart and souls wouldn’t be poured into the words the way it has been in the past… Continue reading Why do you write when nobody is reading?
When I borrowed money from a beggar!
Originally posted on The boring bug:
If you want to know the true value of money, try borrowing it from a beggar! As I sit in a cafeteria, gulping down three shots of espresso, I cannot help but recollect an incident. Ever since I came to Delhi, I have seen a surplus in the surprisingly increasing population of beggars. So much for ‘achhe din’, that… Continue reading When I borrowed money from a beggar!
The Definition of a Good Man
Originally posted on The boring bug:
This was right in the beginning of April. I was strolling through an empty road. With no souls seemingly in sight, I hit upon an old bookstore. A book lover that I am, I couldn’t resist but barge into it. Cruising through the Old books section, tripping on that addictive decaying ‘aromatic smell’, I stumbled upon a book titled… Continue reading The Definition of a Good Man
Love
You were meant to fly love, but all you did, is wither and die. (c)boringbug Continue reading Love
Light
Looking in hindsight, the world looks jumbled, as I glance over my shoulder the shadows loom, aware not that I am the light they so desperately seek. (C)boringbug Continue reading Light
Trust
In you, I shall trust,but would thou trust me back? (c)boringbug Continue reading Trust
Words (शब्द)
Burnt to the coretwisted, directed, and anchored, the words remain protected in my thoughts,for they touch your soul not the greed. राख रुखमहफूज़ हैखयालों में,मखमय मेहरूफशब्द है मेरे,मलमय नहीं। ©boringbug Continue reading Words (शब्द)
Memory
There are some words inside of me, folded in a corner, unknown to others. Keen observation and perception seeing through the gauge of confidence as I see you astray through the waves of my memory. ©boringbug Continue reading Memory
Seven sisters
Longing ahead, a stride of time, leaping through the seven hills, braving the currents, here I sit on the edge of paradigm. (c)boringbug Continue reading Seven sisters
