Aesthetic Blasphemy

I see fire.

The two stood at the door, unsure of each other, apprehensive of what paths would the door lead them...

Imagine this.

I am the progenitor of chaos. I am chaos. In the little chaoses of infinitesimal particles, I occupy almost 95%...

Ek sawaal (Prashn)

एक सवाल जब दिया जलता है, तब मैं किसको देखूं? दीप की लौ को, या उसके प्रकाश से दिखने वाली भगवान् की सूरत को? बड़ा...

Such a rush!

The truth of the matter is, that it is far too liberating and binding at the same time; to the extent that I am at...

What goes around comes around.

Last year, almost about this time of the year, a sequence of events occurred in and around me. Some good, some...