Analysis Paralysis

But I am only human.

I sit here in my bubble Complacent in minor victories And conquest of an imaginary castle

To be alone for any decent length of time is an invitation for the soul to play in the backyard of awareness. A well of gravity pulling you in, slowly, into a fear caused by its own presence.

A breath upon the wind of time, Tingled my ear and told me a story, Of feelings long felt, lives long lived.

Sacrilegious, hedonistic, scheming, vengeful; Angry, aggressive, virulent, violent

She slowed her pace to a walk, and approaching the cozy cabin, knocked on its door betraying her curiosity.

“Sometimes, weird things happen in such a way that you are reminded of your place in the world”. “Here we go again.” “It was you who asked.”

I watch my breath like a curious child, you come by unannounced; you frolic and play and make yourself home, I forget myself and play with you.

A regular for two months now, the pre-monsoon shower has exceeded the normal monsoon haul. The air is unusually cold for Mumbai in May and has come at the heels of the hottest summer in history.

She was waiting, the clock kept ticking. She listened to each tick lead her right into the next one. She felt as if she was being pushed forward by an invisible force onto someplace she knew led to an Abyss.

I really liked this book. This story is a thrill ride. Ten people in clear view of their own death coming and (nearly) helpless in the face of it. A masterful work of story telling and suspense.

Some things make you old. People might say having a regular schedule makes you so. Waking up on time and going about the day’s business like clockwork, ticking away each passing moment with pinpoint accuracy, marking out portions being well organized and responsible. You know you're getting old when