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.

Feb 14, 2015

A Noble Escape From Freedom.: In Persuasion Of A Story.

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A Noble Escape From Freedom.: In Persuasion Of A Story. : A story.  What exactly is a story? Is it a lie we tell each other, in wak...
Sep 1, 2013

Sex - In the Land of Kama-Sutra!

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Very rarely have I come across someone who could openly accept their being sexually active without being ashamed of this ‘morally degrading’...
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Aug 22, 2013

My Grandfather.

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I am kinda praying That he gets what he wants now I dont want him to go through anymore Of all this drama. He deserves the peace now. H...
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Aug 20, 2013

Blue Mornings.

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Blissful. Mountains. Clouds. Birds. Mornings. Unslept nights. Those beautiful untold stories hidden in the linings of the cloud and then th...
Aug 2, 2013

Romanticism

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'... the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude where we are least alone; A truth which through our being then doth melt And purifies ...
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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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