He hadn’t dreamt in a while, not for the past couple of months. It was the best of times. Days would go by in a blur of content, commute, calls, coffee and cash. To and fro would he swing from destination to the next, as if he were the harbinger of joys, sorrows and everything … Continue reading Life Has Just Begun
There were many things that he adored. Adored with all his heart. Out of all the things, he adored her the most After all, the much-professed viewpoint that each and every human being had been born with a divinely ordained purpose was a viewpoint that strived its best to sit with him in times of … Continue reading How Everyone Changes And A Possible Solution For Criminals on the Death Row
She had declined to speak to him and had rejected his call to her, the previous night. He let it be. Still confused and slightly hurt at this point, on account of the niggling pointy feeling in his chest region, he tried to calm himself down and gulped a few ounces of water, his mind … Continue reading Don’t Let Anything Affect Your Productivity
"People are nicer, warmer and happier than you think. Give them a chance and don't be afraid to get hurt. That's what makes you who you are today. And you're pretty amazing" They had hugged briefly before she made her way towards the metro, on her way back to her home city the next day. … Continue reading Are You Having The Wildest Dreams Possible
He hadn't sat on his ass all day and procrastinated on weird content like 'brutal kills on mortal kombat' or watched people getting high and live stream themselves on Facebook groups (which was actually fun because he would wait for them to feed the marijuana smoke to their pets who would wince and squirm, and … Continue reading Waiting For The End To Come. Thoughts Were Spinning In His Head.
Deep, deep inside, he knew. Truly, sincerely, he knew, that if he didn't push himself, and put himself out there in the line of fire, he wouldn't survive, and his dependency on the so-called performance enhancing substances, far from relieving him of the burden he had envisioned himself to be under, had turned him over … Continue reading All This Time? Always, He Knew. He Always Knew.
Seven years ago, when Sins had begun his freshman year of college, he thought every individual he met, especially his seniors, would help him achieve his dreams by encouraging and supporting him through putting him in touch with the right people or impart the right advice about academics and their thoughts about their career plans. … Continue reading Welcome To The Jungle, Where Your Dreams Depend On The Whims of Others. Deal With It.
Sins walked out of the washroom feeling the lightest he had felt in years. He swigged a couple of gulps of warm beer and opened his laptop to begin working on a presentation that was long overdue. Finishing the beer, he decided not to go for a refill, but then, remembered he was out of … Continue reading The Mind Is The Master. Control Your Mind, Control Your Life. Thank You.
Sins had to remind himself over and over again about the priorities that he needed to align within himself, because day by day, he got the feeling that his time as a conscious human being possessing a soul (he hoped he had a soul, because the more he read books, like Sapiens, written by Yuval … Continue reading The Hill Estate of Dreams
Sins hadn't seen a dream in weeks, and for some reason this fact bothered him because he believed dreams carried secret messages conveyed from his soul to his conscious, thinking self, his mind. Dreams were fascinating, they were like a puzzle, a riddle to solve, by associating images together through whatever logic possible, and most … Continue reading The Dreams of Lord Sins
Sins realised he had two sides of himself, two separate beings, two conscious voices within his ever evolving mind. He was mortally afraid of one side, since it strived to create an impulsive side of him hell bent on self-destruction, right from subjecting his body to every kind of intoxication possible and goading him constantly … Continue reading The Fruits of Life
Mathew had three friends. When he had been high last night, he had spent three hours trying to understand the meaning of a friend, and had finally settled on connectedness, after admitting to himself that he had overthought and become partially emotional. He had passed out thinking happy thoughts about the opposite sex, and wondered … Continue reading The Drug Dream