‘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…
‘We were sitting by the lake. There was a serene wind blowing through the lake and we were sitting close by each other for some warmth. No one had said a word for an eternity now. I had one hand around her waist which I clasped with the other to bring her closer. I rested…
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…
