- Crazy Little Thing Called LoveLove. Why is it that the first thing that comes to your mind is romantic love? How have we become so conditioned to the word that we are able to envision only a small aspect of this intricately complex subject? Is it because it is so intricately complex that we decided to diminish it to[…]
- A Game of Football, at its Finest.1:00 A.M. That’s the time I notice as I hold both my hands on my head as Kepa skies his penalty out of the stadium. I could’ve screamed, of course I did it in my head, chose otherwise considering the time. Let’s rewind 3 hours. 10:00 P.M – Kick Off. A Game of Football starts[…]
- The Final Stage, If You Will.“Why?”. Probably a question that passes through everyone’s head sometime or the other. Especially so when someone passes on. Why do they have to leave? Why can’t they be in the same realm as we are in anymore? Why would they leave us? Why must things come to an end? Why? There’s this beautiful line[…]
- Six“Another one?” “Why is this happening?” “What’s going on in Mauville?” “Are we even safe here anymore?” John heard all this as he made his way through the crowd gathered in front of Andrew’s house and towards the crying wife on the front porch. “John….”, said the crying Merin. “I’m so sorry for your loss,[…]
- FiveJohn had absolutely no idea what to do with this threat. Who in the world in Mauville had the courage to send something like this? More importantly, was there something much bigger going on here? The wordings of the message, “Don’t meddle in things that do not concern you…”, indicated there was.‘Should I carry on[…]
Hey there, I am one of the infinitely many Menons in this world. I write occasionally, take photographs occasionally and play the guitar as well. Avid Philosopher realizing more and more as the days go by.