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Working with Women

Time and again, I am reminded that change is a slow process. Revolution is a tempting concept, but more often than not, leads the revolutionary to become exactly what they are fighting against. Case in Point: Dany in Game of Thrones - she went through her whole character arc to not be more like her... Continue Reading →

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”  Milan Kundera opened my eyes when I first read his book, 'The Unbearable lightness of being'. It was at this stage in my life in my early 20's when I was trying (very hard) to understand what my life... Continue Reading →


He 'took' her book, He asked if he could read what she was reading. He borrowed it, he kept it, he read it, he stole it, he marked it, he tore it, he broke its spine, he called it 'mine', he changed its name and changed its face - So much so that it was... Continue Reading →

The Earth Association

The earth's soul had been possessed and taken over by the man soul. The man soul was destructive and self-harming. It would torture to gain, only seek self-interest and obliterate anything that would challenge it, through its use of firearms. A mistake that the soul of the Earth had made by giving away the secret... Continue Reading →


Sliding across the sunkissed sky I fell to find that I don't know why everything is perfect the way that it is moonshine and spades, illuminate the way how people make you feel, is their own doing how the moon shines still, its nerve racking every night, after being outshone by the sun its own... Continue Reading →

Sundays of wonder

"To be who you are in the present moment is probably one of the hardest, most difficult things", she thought as she stared at the sunflower, now picked, already changing tide from being alive to being separated, from the tulips as well as from the Earth of Spultre, that guarded and gave abundance to all... Continue Reading →

The Tulip Association

Sipika went to school in a smoggy stratospheric city, called Splutre. Splutre was a sublime spot in the middle of somewhere and somewhat smelt of smoke and cigarettes, sometimes. Sipika didn't like to be sordid on a simple Sunday morning, so she chose to swipe her stars and check what the day could possibly hold.... Continue Reading →

The road to Healing. Unanswered Questions.

The criticism of human interaction. My truth. For someone who derives so much meaning from every interaction, one does ask the question, is the heaviness what one has created for oneself? The frivolity of some interactions is just what it is. Deriving and attaching value to each one of them could only translate into heaviness and... Continue Reading →

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