It is nice, this feeling. Can’t place it though. Must be the joy… That only friends could bring, when the days are dark, and nights darker! 

When are you considered a grown up? Is it when you are out on your own, earning money, spending money? Or is it when you realize that you need to start earning money to spend money? Yes, there’s a difference in the two things in my opinion. Does realization matter, or reality?

The masses coming together blindly, believing bonker baseless bullshit because barricaded brains bomb bright, blossoming buds.

A good book will open up the mind like no other thing. The more you read, the more you want to. The more you learn, the more you want to. I feel like I’ve found a new life. With the excitement of opening  a new book and the thrill to close another. TO THE NEW WORLD!!!

I wonder when technology crosses the threshold of helping us and veers into us helping the technology. When does it stop working for us and makes us its slave? Often, the line is so blurry that we can’t even recognize if it exists. Denial and ignorance become our currency in the virtual world, and then in the real one too.

Seems strange, every time I write about technology, I am using technology to write. To get my thoughts across. Do we all know and won’t say it out loud, or are we at peace with it? Or maybe there’s nothing wrong in the first place.

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I often wondered the power of words. A writer creating a world out of thin air. 26 alphabets and imagination. Mortals, they are not!

Things end. They have to. For the sake of sanity, eventuality and prosperity. In today’s world, there is no way to appreciate what is given unless it is taken away from you. A life lived is talked about after it ceases to exist. Way too bitchy a world we live in today to praise the living. So why would day to day activities be any different. Put a whole lot of perspective on attachments!

If I am over thinking your friendship, you’re not a friend. Reality is subtle, unprompted and genuine.