Earlier I used to read between the lines.
Now I am the one who writes between them.
My earlier blogging experience was scary if not disgusting. I had words. No voice. It's like a nightmare I used to have: I am shouting my lungs off and nobody can hear my voice. A split second later I realize I can't hear my own voice. It still sends chills down my spine. As though that wasn't enough, the blogging culture really did it for me. Any Tom, Dick or Harry fancies himself a great communicator and spews nonsense like a perpetual rant machine. Most people lose faith by the time they reach a real writer. Which is why, I published an exclusive blog for myself.
Second Independence.
Today, most of us feel good and proud, partly it has to do with the Independence Day but largely, with a holiday.
You are fucked. You always were.
Today, most of us feel good and proud, partly it has to do with the Independence Day but largely, with a holiday.
Mumbai. Whose city is this?
Today, most of us feel good and proud, partly it has to do with the Independence Day but largely, with a holiday.
Apple -a super condensed history.
In early 70s when Santa Clara Valley was getting used to a new name, Silicon Valley, two electronic...