A classic case...
Once a riddle, it's now an obvious fact.



And then we gave it a personality and discussed semantics with it.

"I don't know what you mean by 'glory,'" Alice said.Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. "Of course you don't -- till I tell you. I meant "there's a nice knock-down argument for you!'""But `glory' doesn't mean `a nice knock-down argument,'" Alice objected."When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said in a rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean -- neither more nor less.""The question is," said Alice, "whether you can make words mean different things.""The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to be master -- that's all."Alice was too much puzzled to say anything, so after a minute Humpty Dumpty began again."They've a temper, some of them -- particularly verbs, they're the proudest -- adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs -- however, I can manage the whole lot! Impenetrability! That's what I say!"

Quarter of a century...

Old/wise/young....
The question of the hour is:
Where do we go from here?

Of sunrise & sunset
Of dreaming & waking up
Of li'lle things
Of great events
Of cycles
Of bikes
Of cars
Of pencils
Of pens
Of back to pencils
Of notebooks
Of boards
Of CFTs
Of coughing
Of smoking
Of drinking
Of quitting
Of lies
Of truths
Of lust
Of love
Of hurt
Of love again
Of betrayal
Of adultery
Of being juvenile
Of being adult
Of regrets & letting go
Of submission & rebellion

25 years...of all this and more....
Worth it?
Hell yeah!

One year.

Once upon a time...

Oh how I felt so alive.
The fog would engulf me, and I'd hug it back.

Oh how I felt when it rained.
The light of my life grew brighter with every drop.

Oh how I felt when the Sun glowed.
My eyes would open up and take it all in.

Oh how I felt when I'd hear my favourite song.
I'd smile endlessly and hum along.

After a complete year....of white-ness...

Fog gives sadness.
Rain brings tears.
Sun is shut outside.

And when I hear my song, I fail to remember the lyrics.

I suppose a lot has happened in the past one year.

It’s raining my soul, it’s raining, but it’s raining dead eyes.

-Guillaume Apollinaire

It’s raining my soul, it’s raining, but it’s raining dead eyes.

-Guillaume Apollinaire

The hum. The snip.

Y'day, I had a razor glide through my head. The scariest feeling! What if the guy, on whom I'd bestowed my trust, falls asleep....or what if his hand slips?! Well, scary as that was...The humming sound close to my brain surely made me wonder about how much trust we have in our fellow human beings.