Human rights violations? You can question its existence because the order of the day is social validation. Driver, where are we heading? Hello? Oh, I see vanity has taken the wheel. A mother sets the table after catering to the quotidian demands of life. She’ll probably get a “love you, mumma” on Mother’s Day, a…
I wither every day. I can feel the crinkle of dry leaves on my skin. It’s a silent autumn day in the cerebrum. Decay. Decay. Decay. I feel imprisoned. I feel misguided. I feel enlightened. I feel like lighting illusion on fire. Reality will never be enough. Purpose will never be enough. A higher dimension…
Yes, I struggle with depression. Lonesome, my heart feels strangled by a boa constrictor. It sinks at the same time, trying to fall though to my pelvis. The mind’s on a different plane altogether. Here it goes: “Fall, bludgeon, oblivion. Everything will be meaningless. Even if everything were full of meaning, like the cure to…
The first rule about Fight Club is that you don’t talk about Fight Club. Yet here we are. The novel is a rip-roaring tsunami that decimates imagined realities we’ve chosen to ignore or adapt to like second nature: Gucci minks should not be a priority. Also, the narrator gives us an insight into his psyche…
Rahul’s a 26-year-old literature graduate. He works as a content writer, or at least tries to. Life’s stuck between taglines and writing words on top of words. The job description equals a sedentary life, and he ends sentences with prepositions. He’s not a fan of Shakespeare. Sue him. He can’t have sex. Maybe he doesn’t…
