Fragile Lives.

Fragile Lives.

It was a weekend and he was excited. The college has been hectic that week with new assignments and projects and presentations and whatnot? But who cared? He didn’t. He stayed at hostel and a two day off was all everyone wanted, craved. He made a plan to go out into the city, explore a little and while at it, pamper himself with some great food at the new place that everyone was talking about.  The hostel food had killed his organs inside out….

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Stranger than fiction.

Stranger than fiction.

The blinking cursor gave way to thoughts in crumbled pages scattered all over the mind. An emotion that was left hanging, a feeling that was never allowed to be felt, an inhibition that was too deep to be shared, a secret too dark to be told, mindless thoughts that rampaged the pleasant streets of the inhabited complicated mind, the unsaid words locked up deep under, stories that was too scarred to be narrated. Amidst all this chaos, it blinked. The…

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Backspace.

Backspace.

The cursor blinked at the over the Title heading. A couple of names did manage to conquer the Title but the backspace always won the battle. The game of cat and mouse, perhaps. Or perhaps life itself. What do we know about life anyway? How many of us want to be born with what we now know? How many of us are truly content with the idea of life? What is it anyway that every third person in a group of…

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Version II.

Version II.

640 posts. Ahem ahem. 240 Followers. Only a handful of them real. Now, none. 2.15Lakh Page Views. Now, zero. I hit the reset button to all that. Why – the most common question that plagues the people’s mind. I have seen people celebrating their 50th post. That seems like eternity away, but I did feel good when I hit the 100th post mark. But what is this? After all this time? What went wrong? Or Righ…, no it’s definitely wrong….

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I bet you would.

I bet you would.

This made me laugh, for obvious reasons of course. It is a straight forward question and so is the answer. Having said that, now you would be thinking what would you do, am I right? Now that we all are wondering what it would be like, let me point out this is a weekly prompt by #blogChatter and the purpose is to write a blog post on it. If I was any other person I pretend to be normally, I…

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P a u s e.

P a u s e.

“Why haven’t you written anything?” #askingForAFriend* #askedByAFriend* “Why haven’t you written anything?”, asked a friend. The reason is quite simple. I mean I am quite good at blaming, I always have been. So, this was not a difficult task. The culprit was “Writer’s Block”. You know they say there is no such thing as a Block or Writers’ Block. It’s just what people say. To justify that claim, I am no writer. So, telling everyone that I am on the crucial…

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