Remnants of Inner Thoughts
Stepping out the door, everyday, without a plan is my usual modus operandi. With no purpose, I keep walking and all of a sudden step on a mud duck, and yell, “WHY IS IT ME ALL THE TIME?” This method, in fact, has lead to spontaneous ingenuity, synchronistic encounters, adventures, handful of references, a restraining order, prison term and eventually a death sentence. But, life doesn’t seem to end there. It has much to offer. Life is often a lonesome road – a voyage through pain, joy, ecstasy, hope, fear, monotony, infatuation, love, intimacy, lust and chemistries – upon which we sometimes catch a flash of torchlight and wonder, “WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MY HAIR?” This subtle quality – the manifestation of stupidity, indolence and oddity – is however the most essential factor of any individual (Pen and paper. Note it). As a cultural facilitator, my task is to turn a wild party into a boring social gathering. Unlike “A lot like love” Ok, don’t get swayed away by the subhead, it was just my v...