The soul of Cambridge

Every city has a soul. This is a belief that I have held for a long time. Some believe that the soul of a city resides in its people, while some folklores consider it as a manifestation of an urban ego. An ego that has developed over millions of memories and events while transpiring against…

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

A Real Man

“Well let me take you in on a secret,” said the Fool. “You think people are fed up with a guy like that ‘Freak’ who is the epitome of hopelessness. It’s exactly the opposite. People are utterly taken with his careless, slovenly yet genuine ways. So am I !”

A journey back to the city where it all began.

“I Can’t breathe properly” I complained to my father. My skin itching and burning red, rashes developing on my entire body. It was the day I was supposed to travel, meant to travel back to the city where it all began. “You want to visit a doctor? You can postpone your trip…” he suggested.  “No!” I…