Adulthood beckons as the fog outside grows thicker.
I am so glad my taste in music has improved like my taste in books.
Hope is perhaps my defence against the future.
In this era of fake news, fake degrees and fake people, fake research, etc. how can anyone claim to be an intellectual?
I feel like every thought in my head might offend someone.
Finding inspiration is a tough thing to do.
I am not worried about meeting deadlines, I am already going as fast as I can, I am worried about not being up to the mark.
Today is Father's Day, and I couldn't spend it with my Dad the way I wanted to.
We might not bend our heads at temples, but keep a mobile phone in the sanctum sanctorum and I’m sure everybody will bow their heads.
When I had the ice cream I couldn't help thinking, this ice cream might be worth living for.