A friend once told me that writing emanates out of loneliness. I didn't know what he meant by that. 'Of course', I said, 'you don't often see a writer in a football stadium typing with a foam finger on just like you don't see a team playing football inside the room'. He smirked and added,... Continue Reading →
Making people understand the significance of reading by making them read about it is as ironical as 'any anti technology website would be'- but then again I have no doubt in words' abilities.
Just like the way a girl never forgets her first kiss, a boy never forgets his first bike, a father never forgets his child’s first grip around his finger, and a mother never forgets to check on her child who stays away from her - I can never forget what happened in those few days... Continue Reading →