GOT ended this week and so did The Big Bang Theory. But where people are applauding the ending of the latter, the ending of GOT (the entire season for some) is facing a huge criticism everywhere. Even the ratings on Rotten Tomatoes didn't give them some slack and the writers, who are responsible for the… Continue reading Why the Endings of Shows like GOT, HIMYM, Chuck make sense?
See the picture carefully. It's more than the dot. It's telling the story of everybody's life. Look carefully and read more ......
Unsplash As a writer, I started writing to express my self. To tell what otherwise ruminates inside the confines of my cerebrum. But soon, the notes section of my mobile was not enough. I wanted to tell stories to people and hence, I made this blog. It started with rants about what's happening around me;… Continue reading Why I love Quora and why you should see it too?
When I was a child there was a test on simile once. I wasn't prepared at all. So, I improvised. As brave as MY YOUNGER BROTHER TAKING INJECTION As pure as MUMMY As sour as MEDICINE As sweet as DAIRY MILK As white as WHITE CRAYON As far as NANI's HOME But she didn't scold… Continue reading When I was a Child #2
People may call it naive, or innocence, but when I was a child, I always thought that the world is alongside me: The Moon follows me. The railway tracks play with me. The trees whisper in my ears with their fluttering leaves. The river babbles and tickles my feet. And the weather gets breezy, pleasant… Continue reading When I was a Child
Why I want what I want? Do I actually want it? Or I just pretend that I want it until I get it or I start to crave for something else? I want an answer to this question or an answer to why this question came? A loop called life. Life of being a thinker… Continue reading Life of an Overthinker
My new raincoat got tested while I was looking for a stream. I was afraid that my paperboat would crumble before its dream. But then I found one nearby our park, pheww! I placed my crumbled boat perfectly and waited for my cue. With a loud thunder from above, I released it from my end.… Continue reading That Day When It Rained
Depression devours its host. It is a symbiote to your personality. It comes in the form of thoughts but starts to become a part of you. And before you even realize, it becomes so indistinguishable from your self-image that you start to believe it's you. It’s only when you see some patterns you get to… Continue reading Depression Devours its Host
"It's not clear, it's dark!" I said as I was Afraid. I thought we were stuck. "One step at a time" Dad sang his own composed rhyme, And drove the whole night.
It's sad that it's still relevant.