In Fragments and Meaning
What are dreams made of
Fluffy pieces of cloud
refusing to drift away,
making me feel light,
sometimes they are
what my dreams are made of. … More In Fragments and Meaning
What are dreams made of
Fluffy pieces of cloud
refusing to drift away,
making me feel light,
sometimes they are
what my dreams are made of. … More In Fragments and Meaning
An elusive, distracting phrase, isn’t it? Purpose of life. I could stop you from carrying out that urgent task you’re doing right now simply by asking this seemingly harmless yet deeply important question … More Purpose of Life
Sometimes I stumble upon this question. After all, what is the point? Because life is so messed up on so many levels and beyond a point, we humans can’t even make sense. Look at the events that transpire in the world every day. There is no rhyme or reason. Why some people are poor and … More What is the point? #SoulfulSunday
I don’t think of myself as a profound writer. Nothing I write is of a ‘must-read value’. I don’t earn through my writings either. I tried that but it’s not for me. I am at peace with writing these flawed pieces that serve no purpose whatsoever to others but compels me to write rather than … More It doesn’t have to make sense always! #SoulfulSunday 11