A perspective from a mad, misanthropic , opinionated mind. Thursday, August 21, 2014. In the later years he went on to become a Sanyasi. The step between chemical imbalance and spirituality seems to be a subtle one. Of course, he was the family legend. He was everything I wanted to be. Who could ask for more? Now that is how it is for a mallu. The whole thing is like a well.

The abyss that life has become. Friday, May 25, 2012. Still thinking on what to write. Saturday, March 3, 2012. Tiny steps into the writing world. It has been close to a year since I wrote something for my blog, and I call myself a wannabe writer. What an arse I would say if I heard this from someone else.

Her bare soul turned inside out. Today - not even that, for already it is tomorrow -. Slides away like all the other days, and with time on her side. She would look back on this day without bitterness and without emotion. Time would heal and time would cure. To keep on lurching at her from dreams,. To mock her from half-empty glasses,. To leap at her unexpectedly at odd times? The day we got drunk on cake.

Sunday, January 11, 2015. So much for my plan to post more frequently this year. Its ten days down and all I have done is one measly post recapping the past year. And of course, Bones. I have also been in two minds about getting back to my alphabet series.