World Affairs And Beyond

Mastering death is an art. There was a point in life when I thought I would keep dying and death would keep hurting. I was not sure about how many deaths I would have to die more till death would not hurt me. Then the more deaths I died, upon each new death, I felt stronger than before. Now at this point in life, I am glad I am almost near to mastering death. To me, death now would just be another thing.  

 Flames speak a language of their own. If you look closely, you will know that they are trying to communicate. They make signs and say things that we may not understand. Their dance is quite fascinating. They move like no other object in the air, so free and so complete. I, for one, am captivated for hours by their astonishing rhythmical motion, each complete in itself.

I heard my little sister reading some chemistry and definitions of gases and electrons getting excited upon heating, so all of a sudden these electrons, that are tiny round creatures to me, would upon heating appear to just go insane, moving their hands and feet like crazy jumping about yelling yayyy yayyyy yayyyy ! :-D

You are not gonna know, if you don't try !

You can find fear in anything if you look hard enough !

As "today" is coming to an end, I come back to life and realize that I skipped one whole day in my life. I remained in the realms of sleep; a temporary death for hours and hours. I do not remember anything other than the words, "I am the brother of death", from spending the past many hours in the valley of death.