Writing about Day 0

Time and again, the questions were the same. Once someone knew what to do, it was better to give one's all and be good at it, instead of pontificating and doing nothing. Its called 'living in the head'. Living in the head was for the ones who were shielded from the travails of being involved …

Back To Writing After a 5 Month Break

He had turned 27 years old a few days ago. He was feeling good about it. As if he were just getting started with his life. And what a life. Whenever, he heard the word 'life', his thoughts would drift to the monotonous senselessness that life had seemed to be, that had so plagued him …

Make Way For The Eternal Optimist

He would often realize the error of his ways whenever he closed his eyes to account his monetary transactions into his Evernote. The Best Morning of his Life Emerging from the haze of incidents that had swept past him in the past couple of days after a few minutes of replaying his life in front …

Everyone Wants The Same Fundamental Things. Stop and Think.

Sins had woken up earlier than usual. For a moment, he was tempted to close his eyes and let the upper region of his body drift downwards towards the makeshift pillow that he had created, composed of seven folded pants laid atop each other. He was able to resist the temptation easily. Aware that it …

Don’t Let Anything Affect Your Productivity

She had declined to speak to him and had rejected his call to her, the previous night. He let it be. Still confused and slightly hurt at this point, on account of the niggling pointy feeling in his chest region, he tried to calm himself down and gulped a few ounces of water, his mind …

Disappointments

Malcolm began the day at seven in the morning, and had been about to head to his gymnasium when he realised it was a Sunday, and no matter as much as he adored his gymnasium because of the feel good vibes and the crowd which came there, he had to admit that he hated its …

Smiles, Conflicts and Making A Difference

Sins was feeling totally whacked out of his mind courtesy the woman he had just met. The woman was the Brand Manager of a company which had just posted its record year in terms of both turnover and profits, and naturally Sins had smelt money waiting to be spent on their marketing activities for this …

The Age of Flesh

Starr woke up on a bright Sunday afternoon and promptly went back to sleep again. Beside her, Sins lay with his back slightly arched, working away on his laptop diligently, intently scouring for new brands and companies to pitch his business to. Sins loved prospecting like this, firmly lost inside the crevices of his mind, …