Our journey starts when God Almighty plans a union in our mother’s womb
Our destiny is written in our brain, when that sacred union is 4 months
old,
We grow eyes closed, swimming around in darkness controlled by remote power
Until the moment arrives when we are ordered to move out to the new world.

A mysterious character – a shadow, not an ally, walking in the darkness like Shehanshah; yet not your enemy. Just a person; working in mysterious ways. No don’t christen him like God. He is very much tangible human specie. Just a peculiar man working in ordinary circumstances!

Everyone’s Someone’s Reality is Someonesomeone else’s fiction.
Who would have thought that, not even a graduate, but a college dropout, the founder of the world’s most eyed product, Steve Jobs, a man who beautified technology, with an unimaginably astonishing life story. Put over adoption by his young mother after birth, being adopted by the Jobs, on a condition to be provided with good education, at least a graduate degree, it seemed his fate wasn’t obeying to what was a promise between his biological mother and foster parents.

Infidelity, I don’t know where to start on such a complicated issue. You hear it happen every day at every step in life from the rich and famous to the girl at the checkout counter at your local grocery store. Media has a perverted hunger for any story on infidelity, marital betrayal or just a plain juicy risqué report. I can only imagine the level of pain inflicted on a partner by a story of sexual indiscretion that the media is dissecting with coarse and vicious pleasure simply because I have been at the other end of infidelity.

“Hey, he’s not coming…apparently he’s got some work left”, she said. Though I was more than happy to hear those words, I kept my emotions under control. “So I guess, then it’s just you and me…lets hurry up, I think it’s gonna rain again”, I said.

Children’s stories. Even if we don’t read, we know a basic background about most of them. The one that I want to particularly talk about today is Alice in wonderland and its sequel, through the looking-glass. As I closed the book, I had a smile on my face. My brain had never felt so refreshed, so free, so innocent and so open. This joy wasn’t because I imagined Tweedledum and Tweedeldee as my friends, but because Carroll had put such a fine work through in such simple
words. His stories can be perceived in a lot of different ways.

Have I ever told you about my journey of love?
Have I ever given you the taste of my limitless love?
If not then let me take you, to the place where my heart dwells
Once upon a time somewhere from the land of spices,
There came a girl, crashing into my life
Clad in brown at that rain soaked hour

I went to Ruby Tuesday earlier today with a couple of my friends, who wanted to guzzle in some alcohol into their systems. Since I’m off alcohol since some time, I tried a variety of ice-cream colas, while the guys had beer and vodka.

We left the library, the Sultan indicating with a gesture
that I follow him. The doors and corridors we passed were furnished in mahogany
wood and finished with gold touches. Everything, just about everything in the
room seemed to remind me of her: the Sultan’s beautiful daughter,
Princess Selma.

Life is made up of moments. Many small moments. Those who say that we need to focus on the bigger picture forget that it is made up of many individual strokes. A symphony is composed of many different notes, many different instruments. It is how life becomes worth living. Those small things that make you smile, that make you cry, that make you angry, that make life.