LINOO TANDUKAR

"Unrealistic people like to dwell in their imagination." B ut lets assume in those imagination is a beautiful little barred residence. A lthough its a dream. R oughly made up of ones neurons and chemicals. R ed wine, white bed sheets and walls slowly decorated by frames. E ventually the silence is replaced by the soft laugh of the loved one in the distance, and the children having their own names and a warm feeling of contentedness. D uring the hard times, these unconscious graphic pictures in ones mind keep them going. H owever because one is fully aware of ones potential. O ften it disappears when they don't believe in it. U nderstanding that the imagining ability decreases with age. S adly some people have that touch of madness that everything is so clear that they are already experiencing the destination halfway through the journey. E xperiences in ones life are voluntarily the results of their thoughts; if positive it brings the best of life and if negati...

But when you don't know if the sounds of thunder are from your head or it is natures production. By now you must know how to do calculus, but do they know you will live your whole life eating cup noodles? So free, like your existence is itself a freedom .Like sex in the wild, grasses in the forest that is so green that it hurts your eyes, its dark green, it has mud in it. Look into your eyes, we are so common. When you cry your ego is washed like beeswax melting in the sun. When the nature cries, it rains, the earth produces beautiful smell ...its a earthly smell so fresh that you get nostalgic. My existence itself too is a random production of nature. I am not a girl nor a boy. I am made of random moments, words and memories more than i am made up of flesh, bones and blood. It feels like as years pass by i grow into a pile of words (unsaid and half said), of memories; memories of every first time, memory of eating something so sour that your eyes go weird, memory of...