Wonder and Wander

These writings are a part of my existence, my anonymous existence, my half discovered philosophies, my relentless search for life, my half-made and some ready-made principles and my strength to be. Just be. And the anticipation of all that is yet to come. To the mind that thrives in solitude: Wonder and Wander.

Mar 6, 2013

Independent enough?

Why do we need another human to comprehend our existence? Why is a mirror never enough to realize your being? Is independence a mere thought? Are we ever independent of the cigarettes we smoke or the thoughts that keep us chained? How real is this idea of being independent?

The Literate Passion at 3:10 PM

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The Literate Passion: New Delhi, Delhi, India; This page is an ode to the life that we live. The everlasting, exhausting, boundless world of Books, the sleepless nights, the dark coffee, the blurred smoke, the Sex, the City, the love's forgotten and inevitable lure, the priceless relations, the timeless love of family, the another plane called spirituality, the other world of God, the connection between the two, the ancient game of tarot cards, the many meaningful lines on the palm, the stack of untouched memories, the joy of being, the sound of fine music, the dance moves, the college years, the childhood lost, the violin playing, the moon listening (always listening, somehow), the murder of the dark to attain the desperate light, the insides and outsides out of balance, the rhythm of life.

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Mar 6, 2013

Independent enough?

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