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September 30, 2016

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Picture This (Fundamental education, lost ?)

It’s nearly afternoon, there is not even a single white cotton ball growing in the field of blue crop above, just a lonely sky, engulfing the planet. The Sun is about to go into its prime state. To further elucidate it, you must know this is not the winter Sun which is all pleasant and warm in the cold but instead is the scorching summer ball of fire. Now imagine a bus stand on the left side. This is a normal bus stand-unclean, broken and ill-maintained; an individual named Droid sits here taking shelter in shadow of this structure from the heat and waiting for a particular public transport vehicle to arrive, to take him to his destination. Two roads flowing like asphalt rivers in front of him and yet somehow stationary. The vehicles on them try to move as fast as they can but excessive traffic forces each one of them to crawl. Beyond the bustle of these machines and opposite to the bus stand lies a glass building; all high and tall, its boundary separating it from the relativ

Life is a catchup game

Recently I visited the Buddh International circuit to witness the T1 Prima Truck Racing event. Yes, truck racing. There is always something exhilarating about a race track and the weather that day just amplified the atmosphere many a folds. And despite the various air horns and whistles blowing everywhere around the circuit’s main grand stand, the rain accompanied with cold winds brought a certain amount of calmness to the whole environment at the circuit. The qualifying round consisted of eight laps and a total of six teams competed head to head for various positions. And even though the performances by various artists in the pre-main show event were good, their audio was not properly audible to me. Maybe because it was a circuit meant for racing and not for some rhythmic musical showcases by some talented people, or maybe because I was too eager to hear the sound of the rumbling engines. The event began and off went the trucks speeding and cruising their way over th

Obsession (One sided love)-Pauses but no full stops

Obsession, The need for possession, the frequent persuasion games the mind plays, beyond the realism it becomes a fanaticism, all the logic it defies, strange kind of fascination, blame the fire that engulfs the mind the heart, like a burning cyclone it traps, destroys, obliterates, decimates , for the brain is out of sync, on the brink of devastation, the heart is tired, you wait and wait, but all you here is a laughter that acts as a bait and slowly it kills you, you become a slave, you pave the highway to your death, sweat streams down your face, trace the key of survival amongst a pile of pain, any gain is farfetched, stretched time, elongated strain, drink drink my friend, swallow the grief and swim against the drain of flow, don’t be shallow but also never show your emotions, you knew the precautions, this precarious situation is your own fault, for take it or not one sided love is a selfish bitch, try to stitch the heart, try to see with new lights, endless nights,

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