Thank god for mornings

There is nothing that compares to the feeling of waking up fresh and alive on a brand new day. To know that this day is different from the last, that this day could be your last. This is the very reason of living, of being. Caught  in the rut of ritualistic living, I forget that everyday is to be lived anew, like a promise you renew. If it weren't for this cloudy Thursday morning, with Minto curled up between my legs, I would never wake up and live.

A night to remember

Three girls and one bottle of Glenrothes makes for an unforgettable evening. We laughed, argued, bitched and bonded.

Got it

The cycle of life is ceasless and never-ending, always in motion. Yet it is momentary and transient. It is both real and chimerical all at once. Therefore, I beg to ask the question am I just a cog in this spinning wheel? May be I am, may be we are all the creation of this cosmic churning. Who is to know? Definitely not me, not you, because life's creation exists irrespective of our being. So, we will forever be condemned to asking questions and seeking answers, when all the while the truth is omniscient for us to see with our eyes wide shut.

A thought

If only this mind were an abode of peace and tranquility, of soothing thoughts and comforting words.
If only my home were a place of comfort, of "family happiness" and irrepressible love.
If only this life were what I make it out to be and not what it is.
For only then would these words be said in silence.

Lovers; Night Lovers

Oh! Pinoo, if life ever any easier without you. I <3 you.