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,…

What is a blog without its readers?

I extend my humble gratitude to everyone out there and my forever indebtedness to the readers of the blog. I am sure none of this would have happened without you. 

An excerpt from the diary of an introvert

Dawn to dusk I stand staring at the walls. Surrounded by the souls of the hunted and the haunted. Walls and the barricades inbound- home to office, desk to the bed. To and fro I move around. As the sun rises from the east the gloomy faces brighten up with their joyful clinking up of…

The curious cup of a coffee roaster

She deleted her pictures. her numbers, making the chats erstwhile,  yet what did not go away were the reminiscence of a curious cup of a coffee roaster. -boringbug

Mind and The Radio Analogy

I happened to read an interesting piece of philosophy. As the time passed by with the dawn of the spring, it turned into an analogy between the mechanistic view and radio. Yep, a radio from the era gone by. To the younger generations who have been deprived of the charm of a radio, it is…

Why I re-connected to my creative self ?

Creativity is intelligence having fun. It had been years. My creative self, hidden, ignored and dusted, solemnly approached, wandered from one thought to another. Waited in anticipation to be touched upon. Yet, here I laid, disillusioned, content with the course my life was embarking upon. Fooling myself with the belief that this was the focused…