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It never ends. They have to be kept. The compromise. Someone has to take it all. Someone has to keep it going. View everything in the grander scheme of things. Why? So that life goes on. So that it doesn't

The true essence of music is felt when every stroke, every pluck, every strum of the strings and every smack at the body makes a sound that reverberates inside of yourself, and you can somehow see the

This is a picture of St. Anthony's School in Lahore and depicts a scene commonly found in the older part of the city, still breathing in the fumes of its colonial past.

I believe Mr Zuckerberg made the right call to volunteer for a hearing in front of Congress. Saw the hearing yesterday and watching it today. The members of the committees grilled him about issues pertaining

The leaves fall. Green and yellowed. They fall together, floating left and right. The yellow is no different from the green. Separated by branches, not by origin. The green looks down on the yellow, believing

Her back against the white wall, i see her in her simplicity, in her beauty, in her entirety. She has a Marlboro cigarette in her left hand, her phone in the right. She takes a drag and automatically tilts

Pictures taken whilst strolling about in the city of Amsterdam. This is how it started. Amsterdam from the sky. A nice welcome message at the airport. Directions to other cities just at the exit. On my

Merry Christmas people! This picture was taken from the Princes Street in Edinburgh (Scotland), which is one of the busiest and most beautiful streets in the city. It shows the typical Scottish cloudy

Life throws at us what we least expect. Sometimes, it’s the thing we fear most that shakes our very core, perhaps only because we feared it in the first place. Sometimes, it shows us its beauty in ways

Life is as absurd as it is beautiful. I want to talk about relationships here. It’s a crazy cycle. From one to another, is a crazy process, that makes us realize how naïve, and stupid we can be. If there’s

A dream. Flashback. Déjà vu. Nocturnal memories. Flickering pages of a book, or milliseconds of cut scenes from a movie I have seen banded together. Confusing. Untraceable. Captivating. I feel her against

In the end, knowingly and unknowingly, we end up doing the same things to others which we've endured ourselves. We see in others our past selves, our old, naïve versions. They remind us of what we once

Prologue: Chapter 1: My skin burns. Boiling hot water rains down from the shower-head. I sit cross-legged with my back against the blue tiled wall. I let the water burn the skin on my legs, thighs. Numb.

I push down on the accelerator. Not because I’m late for work, not because the road is empty. I just want to feel the exhilaration, the adrenaline, the blood pumping through my veins. Windows down. The

I sit on the toilet seat, watching the smoke spiraling upwards, snaking its way out of the rectangular window. The smoke highlights the sun rays streaking in, making them seem stronger, powerful, amplifying.

I’ve never been good at first impressions. Well, never been great at the last ones too. The impression that has worked for me lies somewhere in between - in the chaotic and adventurous journey. That’s

I’m not exactly sure about who I really am. I don’t think we ever fully know who we really are. I think we keep discovering ourselves with time as it goes by. Like a floating paper boat trudging along