Paranoia

Day 50 and still during some cold nights, by the merciful grace of merciless fate or by the grotesque mishmash of my nexus of feelings, I traverse to that ethereal realm where my uncanny dreamy fiction got commenced. And when I’m there I still walk ahead and then sit upon that big rock and I...

Start of a new page : A dream

So my redemption turned its page from darker, gloomier one to brighter one. So all the amends I made vowing to billions of stars never to repeat that fault, are finally being listened to. So in celebration of this greater good, greater achievement; strangers from many roofless towns are here, merchants of roadless cities are...