We only call our friends if we need something from them, if they have successful business ventures, we want to partner with them. When they are buying drinks at the club, we want to feel the burn of whiskey on our tongues. And when shit hits the fan? Our silence is conspicuous. It’s a cold world, isn’t it?
She seems sad and lonely too, just like him. Why on earth would they be unhappy when they seem to have everything going on for them, a beautiful home, money in the bank obviously, and probably a lot of property in their name? It’s like there is something fundamental lacking in their seemingly rich lives. A deprivation. To me it’s a puzzle, and I can’t seem to find the missing pieces.
6.30pm, Friday. You’re in your favorite bar, a beer in front of you. It is the color of the setting sun, and it’s frothing at the top.…… Read more “Second Chances”
Even though everyone comes in at their own time, they are all a few minutes apart. The hall which had erstwhile been cold and empty, is now…… Read more “A Prayer of Serenity (Part 2)”
There are days when the darkness arrives early on duty to watch over the earth. However, on the other days, she takes her time like a woman…… Read more “A Prayer of Serenity”