There were so many people in the world, and each person had different-looking hands, and so many people had such beautiful hands, she thought. Hands so soft their touch reminded you of melting butter. Hands with palms that were as white and as pure as snow. Hands with long, lovely, beautifully nimble fingers. Hands fascinated … Continue reading Hands
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Yesterday, yet another year drew to a close, and this is my first ever post in the new year, and there is a lot I have to say today. Although on this blog, till now, I haven't said much-- it has been more of a home to my experiments with fiction than to the record … Continue reading As I Enter A New Year….
This write is something that I was hesitant to bring out to the world for a long time-- for this is a very, very tentative write. It's something that doesn't really, well, fit in, for lack of a better word. So please read, and be gentle on it. They were talking about something, and she … Continue reading Fantasies
I marvel at the girl as she pushes herself up the many flights of stairs to the very top of the building, as she does everyday-- clutching at the railing as though for dear life, her each breath gasping, ragged, a sign of the struggle that her body bears, as her legs drag her up the stairs, one whole, the other not.
"...there are those who have eyes but refuse to see their inhumanity to mankind There are those who have ears but refuse to hear the cries of men in agony......."
"They call this city metropolitan. They say it makes anybody feel at home, whatever place they hail from. They say it welcomes all......but when you don't even know what the people around you are saying, how can you feel at home? How can you ever find your place in this vast ocean of strangers that sweeps you along with it?"