A Touch Of Darkness

It isn’t always that I post about demons or negativity. In fact, my write-ups barely consist of a tone of darkness. Neither do I post or write to cater to any specific set of audience, nor do I intend to please a set of belief. It is a constant battle to challenge my innate thoughts,Continue reading “A Touch Of Darkness”

Journey To The Unknown World

As I sit isolated in this strange city of London in the times of pandemic, my thoughts constantly waiver to the world beyond. The countless minutes invested in discovering history, culture, heritage and liveliness of this place, lost in the alleys and searching for the hidden secrets. The excitement never seems to cease. Countless peopleContinue reading “Journey To The Unknown World”

An Encounter With The Unknown

I kept running. As fast as my legs could take. Breathing heavily, panting, as the shadows swept past by. Something felt wrong, amiss. Something was following me, matching my pace, feet to feet. It felt like a nightmare. A moment back, I was at the dinner table and a second later I am running forContinue reading “An Encounter With The Unknown”

Alcohol and Steroids in UK: to be or not to be

Everyone who dared to take steroids sooner or later wondered if the drugs were compatible with alcoholic beverages. For some it is a matter of life and death, for others it is a matter of principle that they refuse to drink alcohol by taking steroids. The rest of them clearly know what they want andContinue reading “Alcohol and Steroids in UK: to be or not to be”

Looking back at the boy

I stood at the metro station. Dressed in formals, the attire of a corporate prison, with a group of people gathered outside. They were always there, irrespective of the time and day. A regular routine. Court to office, office to home. I barely remember when was the last time I paused to take a lookContinue reading “Looking back at the boy”

रूह (Soul)

रूह भी तेरी अक्स भी तेरा इल्म भी तेरी रुख ये मेरा जान गवारा राहगुज़र। ©boringbug   Literal translation: The soul is yours so is the shadow, the enmity but directed at me. ©boringbug