Stranded in a deserted desert, I tried grasping sand. It played its role; slipped. For sand is the genre of the desert. Besides sand, I...

Hey! Where am I? – Perhaps in an abyss of solitary trying to interpret proxemics. To me, the very idea of a happy world is a beautiful...

From food to cinema, music to cell phones, the opinions of others guide our choices. Although some instincts are natural, most of our...

How beautiful it is to wake up and feel our senses, to realize our delusional sense of falling off a building was nothing but a...