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I’m so scared of everything. Most of the times I want to curl up in a ball under my blanket and cry, and if crying is not possible silently scream. People don’t understand. They think I’m confused or stupid. I don’t understand. I feel like Jupiter. My thought are constantly surrounded by mindless, nihilistic anarchy… Continue reading I can’t sleep.
Im gonna tell you a secret today. I like farting. I find it extremely satisfying. I’m not even that repulsed by the stench. Now, how many of you know the ‘dirty old man’ of Indian journalism? If you are blissfully ignorant of him, he was an old sardar known as Khushwant Singh. I can just… Continue reading Farts!!!
I just saw the newest born baby in the world!!!! It was soo tiny all wrapped in soft white blankets. And it MOVED!! Every time it got excited it rocked it’s mummy wrapped body back and forth. Yeah I know that doesn’t seem too realistic for a day old baby but I swear thats what… Continue reading Wrinkly Potatoes
My mind could never accept what my family told me about God. MY could never understand how you could give up everything or dedicate everything you or achieve to some being there is no tangible proof of. But that doesnt mean I didn’t want to believe. I do. I desperately want to believe and have… Continue reading Miracles and other supposedly life changing occurrences
I believe fort kochi is its very best on rainy Sundays. The quiet isolation these days bring is perfect to watch these little islands unfold it’s discreetly held secrets and and present you with the chaotic beauty of its character. Its like a fresh new flower in an ancient tree. The rain washes away the… Continue reading Fort Kochi: Hope Within Mediocrity
On a stage with no vaginas, there were a lot of opinions about vaginas.