I write my life here...

April,2025 The sense that I am dead in someone's memory always saddens me. Oblivion is a kind of death. I want to stay in mind because hearts can afford hard realizations. I dont want to be realized as someone's old and forgotten memories. May,2025 People who used to be the essence of my childhood are heading towards their old age. It entails that the raw I had in me is growing stale. September,2025 I really wish to be in the depths of literary world where the emotional rifts that humans bear with each others get ceased. Emotions float. Telepathies. Predictions. Hopes shattering and its rebuilding. Characters pair up in the end. Love nourishes. Tragedies are noble. I could be so versatile to settle in every page of my favorite novel. But I live in this world where realities are so different and people can dare to treat love as a trivial matter and turn insolent towards such sacred passions. October,2025 I bear an unprecedent melancholy. I am more in my past than living the pres...