There are two types of people in the world. OR With all the authority vested in me by this act of you reading this with possibly questionable level of attention and my sheer audacity of assuming such disputable dominance, I declare that there are two types of people in the
Ages ago, I was sitting somewhere in my village. It was around dusk. I was lying down in my hut made of mud and straw. It was very calm and pleasant. I could see the horizon and the animals still grazing near the farm. I being the observant and the
I contemplated for too long about what the first post here should be about. It could have been anything- and that, perhaps, is the scariest thought. Anything- so endless and so engrossing. You start at the first distraction from the monotony of nothingness, and then, you fall into the next