Paradise Lost

I was woken and shaken up by the novel Atlas Shrugged at one point of time, and then relegated it to the basement of consciousness  – as unattainable idealism. I don’t know why the smell of yellowing pages wafted back into memory, with the news of Covid vaccine patent waivers. An industrialist at the helm … More Paradise Lost

Subconscious alleys

I think I was born out of someone else’s will -unarmed, unprepared I go back enriched, strengthened by lessons I may forget but lurking somewhere -alive in folds of the soul they control me, and once more, I write fresh stories -ink on electronic screens need to learn coding to communicate again express myself in … More Subconscious alleys