Our childhood traumas are the most persistent because we were hopelessly incapable of protecting ourselves at the time, did not have the emotional maturity to discern what was happening, and don’t remember a lot of what happened to reconcile with it. We try to fight back against our childhood traumas…

(This is one of the oldest works of writing I still carry and cherish. Ideas evolve, understanding evolve over time, but there are some things that are unshaken. An uncompromising sense for truth, and a sense that something is terribly amiss. …

Build from the back. Don’t get discouraged. Build from the back. Build from the back. Don’t give up. Don’t stop. Don’t get dejected. Keep going. Patience. You will get everything you want.. I know it. So know it, believe it, have faith. Take your time, pause. Be empty. When you…

I barely finished eating and didn’t even wash my hands. I had the urge to write after long, so I just picked up my laptop and here. I use a lot of packet curries. After all, I’m a single guy living abroad. They come in different varieties — Paneer makhanwala…

March 15, 2020 12:23 am Silence 7:31 am Part 1. I am free What a relief. Now that you have set me free, I can finally set you free. Rather, now that you have set yourself free, I can set myself free. It’s such a relief I don’t need to…

With you, I was a wild fire. Sometimes I burned in rage. Sometimes infuriated you. Sometimes shone brilliantly, brightly, wildly.. more than I have ever known. Now the fire is gone, all that’s left is embers. Slow burner. The white dwarf after the red giant. A star that has expended…

I think of that girl. Then I see myself thinking of that girl. Then I see myself seeing that. Then I see that seer. Then I see that too. I see that. The thoughts are echoing in my mind I see that. I see myself seeing that I see that. I’m getting sick of this I see that I see myself seeing…

**trigger alert: This is raw, unedited, as captured in the moment. Hope this makes you reflect.** … 3:33 pm, Mon, Jan 20, 2020 I want to be aware. What’s happening. What’s wanting to unfold. I’m resisting working. Change. And I’m getting angry, sick, sleeping, watching youtube, eating lots, craving drugs of…

I’m sorry darling. Those days were so bad. It’s almost a year now. I guess I didn’t come back. It pains me to write this, now. I wish things happened differently. But I accept how they did. I miss you. Although you will never hear me say that. For your sake and mine. An orphan in a cold lifeless night. It is dead.