- The Modern Utopia and DystopiaI find myself pondering on the words Solitude and Loneliness quite often. Somehow, in today’s world, the former has lost meaning and is very much confused and intertwined with the latter. Not surprising really, with the attention span of even lesser than a goldfish nowadays, the art of just keeping to yourself and listening to[…]
- 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,[…]
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.