Sometimes I write. This is a place for such times. Honestly writing doesn't come naturally to me. Nothing does actually. What I am passionate about is doing nothing in particular, thinking nothing in particular.
But sometimes I read. And sometimes I like it too. And I like reading what I write when sometimes I manage to. Perhaps that is why i write.
Life is like a jackfruit. He squinted his eyes hard Also, Korou Khundrakpam 27-11-09
and looked at life.
At all its intertwined veins
Trying hard to decipher an order.
Hoping with all he is, that he find a reason.
A purpose. A course. An excuse at least.
Life gazed back at him.
Dilated pupils. A blank stare.
Like a paralysed dog. Like an empty well.
Life is like a jackfruit.
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