Chapter 2: Nascence


I was tired of concrete. From where I came, there were tall skyscrapers and a line of greenery at the divider of the massive highway. It represented the modern age of meticulousness; the proficient structures and rules. It made me miss wood, the smell of a wooden house, especially when it rained. I always felt…

Chapter 1: Stranger Of The Trip


‘The ultimate dream has so much of desperation, that it scares us to actually touch it. Imagine that that little child you had been nurturing for an eternity but never allowed to grow; dies…What would you do then? Where would you fall?’ Chapter 1: Stranger of the trip: “Give me another, Mark”. By now he…