Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. The lack of intelligent conversation? Not being able to express myself in dense verses, entangled paragraphs and unrestricted emotion? Fear of being so tangled up within myself? Will to fight against a night which threatens to suppress my expression? See you all soon. Jagged against my skin, along my cheeks, and on my hands.

Monday, January 24, 2011. To all the adults who think they are GROWN UP. Travelling everyday in local trains does teach you a lot. By that time the kid was already into tears due to the physical and verbal humiliation especially in public. With head bent low, she sat still, staring at the floor with tears flowing down her cheeks. Adults generally have such kind of approa.