Ah, the pragmatic joy of undulating time during the random talks within a group! It’s cheering, refreshing, not unnerving and dilutes the additional stress of impatient silence. Even when the silence appears, it doesn’t welcome awkwardness. The introduction becomes easy. Liking seems normal. And if you want to practice your introversive nature, the group allows… Read More The Asynchrony of Group Time
We are in a jungle; a jungle of calamity, a jungle of hurdles, a jungle of murmurs; a jungle of light & fame; a jungle of laughter; a jungle of joy; a jungle of competition; a jungle of you & me; a jungle of who-is-going-to-do-what; and a jungle of us. And every now and then,… Read More When We Forget The Simplicity
This morning, I have had a dream of singing a song which was played for someone special. She seemed to be impressed after a long gap of ignorance. She was smiling for the very first time. I was on some connecting walking lane situated at the top of some building. It was airy and cloudy… Read More Dream Perfecto, We Imperfecto
As the neigh of Beethoven swoops in to give rhythm to the hue and cry of the creativity, once there lived Ignorance. It often went to the cumbersome approach and uplifted their methods to the one who refused to be defeated. And that’s how born Awe. For the sake of over-explaining the above undervalued and… Read More Once Ignorance Was Born
When we nip the slurred chapter of a story, our tendency to reach the resolution is inevitable. It quacks the hurriedness inside of us, slowly counts our unbearable gasps, and senses the desperation to have the feeling of awe. But why are we so impatient? A beautiful image in our mind requires time to capture… Read More The Blurriness In The Story
