An empire isn't built in a day. We build it brick by brick. It takes time. It can even take decades and that's alright as long as we stay focused. I have always realised that persistence is the only key to meeting one's goals. We need to persist. We need to constantly be at it, [...]
Tag: shortstory
Phonecall.
'Where did you disappear last night?' she called at 11 this morning and asked. 'I just went out. It's nothing' I said. 'Are you okay? I feel worried about you' she asked. 'Yeah I'm good. I'm good. Good. Hey listen, I'll call you back in an hour. Bye,' I said. 'Sure. Bye,' she said and [...]
Rejections.
I am not meant to be caged. I learnt that shit about myself in childhood itself. I have always hated rules when it comes to expressing oneself creatively. That is why I hate the rejections that come in my way because I apparently didn't follow some stupid writing structure when creating a short story. The [...]
The path never taken before.
So far, whatever job I've had and whatever job I'm having right now, I have been fairly good at it. That is not to boast about myself. I am just stating what is. And that's precisely the problem. I am stuck doing something that I can do well and that which I do not want [...]
Modern problems.
Dabbling between Instagram, Twitter, and here. It's hard to keep up with all the spaces. Life was so good before social media, or one can say life was so good when I wasn't on social media. I used to put more time into myself and not just pointlessly scrolling up and down like a robot. [...]
Not again!
A quick one from my mobile. It’s a sunny morning. The crows are crowing again. People coming and leaving. A man of patience is hard to find. A man who embraces life, who knows what life is and is not, will naturally become patient with time. Sometimes one doesn’t realise when solitude turns to isolation. [...]
Sometimes the sun sets at night.
Writing as much as I can. In journal. In here. In a few other places too. I haven't done poetry in quite some time. I do not feel the need to write poems anymore. It's as simple as that. I love prose. I love it very much. Prose lets me explore so much. It's a [...]
On writing journal.
Started writing journal some time in last September. Almost a year has passed since then. There is so much in the journal now. So much. Most of it won't make sense to anyone who reads. So much is in there, and none of it would make any sense to anyone. Think about it. So many [...]
With a tongue on fire.
People usually have morning rituals or evening rituals or some sort of rituals in their lives. I do not have morning rituals or evening rituals. I do not even have mornings or evenings. I go to work, I work, I come back from work. That's how I measure my time. It's a holiday. Again, I [...]
Rain and this and that.
Back home early. The day turned out to be better than I had expected. Owing to certain external factors, I didn't have to work at all today. Instead, had a day long discussion with this lady on varied subjects - mysticism being a prime one. Also, what could possibly be the rationale behind a sane [...]
Tomic Riter 
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