Weed of Life - A tryst with Vikas
I don't really know from where or how should I start this? Its been quite frequently now that I have been missing blogging sessions and daily reporting of events and happenings of life (read them mishappenings) I have lost touch of my language for sure, that same tone where I could combine words of the world to form such complex sentences people could hardly understand. This year dint began pretty well either. An eye surgery, disturbed career prospects and separation from my own heart. The devil I knew found dark tunnels to hide his face inside me. Neither the angel I pretended to be could do any justice to humanity. Ignorance is not a total bliss, agreed. I had a good amount of Holi-special drink (bhaang) yesterday. It was meant to be one day. A tryst with the ugly truth. A lie I am. I began feeling a sensation in my feet after about 30 mins of consumption. My feet were pushing me forward, as if they wanted to run. I enjoyed that feeling. By ...