Scars ain’t Scary

I don't know what I've started with. I don't know what I'm gonna write further. All I know is, I came across a post last night on Facebook. I shared it on my timeline. That's not an unusual act. But it's something much more. It moved me. Do scars signify just betrayal in love? No, I...

To the Deaths of Sublimity!

From Virginia Woolf to Sylvia Plath.. From Ernest Hemingway to Edgar Allan Poe.. All defecated at the face of life, endorsing death with a choice. The world (and especially an impulsive jerk like me) will always be curious about the birth of eternal bliss that grows as a fetus in the womb of suicide. What's...