Similes and metaphors can bring individuals to life only in a two dimensional world of books. And that world can be closed ,picked up and shelved if not found to once liking . But my imagination is like a marker somewhere in between the pages that is glued to my favorite act .And I keep on reliving it through my writings ,completely heedless of time that turns a new page regardless .
Some of my musings may feel like sharing most intimate feelings but that’s how I grow ,by drawing on my emotions and letting the yield be preserved for eternity. For what else is life but a emotional journey unless you are a spiritual person and associate a purpose to yours. Here I try to peal the layer’s of my life and keep the nectar that springs forth after all the churning.