The people never give up their liberties but under some delusion.Speech at County Meeting of Bucks, 1784 It doesn’t rain here, it pours the sky basks in limitless red assembling each night beyond the sound of deafening birds. Every day, a gulp remains in my throat, that you’re not here and I could not take …
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Log 2nd April; Tuesday
Log April 2 The idea is to live through this and don’t let it feel like a denial in the end. The idea is to exhaust ourselves and realize that we were never too far or too close to something ideal or recuperative. The idea is to sweep it under the rug and call it …
Flood Scare
“The rain shows no sign of stopping. You think it’ll stop tomorrow?” Their house was surrounded by water and it was not only theirs but of all the people that lived in the area. A couple stories of each house was drenched, people were stuck on top floors, roofs, balconies and just anything that’d keep …
Log: June 22
Who is the third that walks always besides you? —T.S Eliot The average attention span of a human in 2013 was eight seconds, a second less than a gold-fish and I can see how that is right. However, I’m not sure if that is all there is to it, for someone who is suffering from …
Quarantine
My words are waist deep in the struggle to explain your absence; I haven’t come least bit close. I may have, but I’m despondent in the name of wait and patience: I wonder if the offer still stands, a day to Kashmir and back. Your absence grows upon me like a day I am too …
Kind Freedom
The roses are coming: decimated place of ruins and a stark path of resilience opens itself through the crashing dusk of this day. A nerve wrecked man looks for an out post, unfortunate; one who has nothing is an animation of accent and color. Your liberty lies in nothingness: you’re only free when you are …
27/03/2018: A Log
Today was special but I didn’t get a day off for it and in all secrecy, only one other person knows about why today every month is faultlessly special; liberty of going public is something we earn when we have the legs to stand up for it and until that day comes, nothing is going …
13/03/2018: A Log
I woke up distant and resigned from my usual state of being, a state of pretence where I wake up not looking terrible in my face and my mother unsuspecting of anything wrong with me. Though sometimes, when it’s only us, she catches the whiff of my sadness like I am guilty of something; I …