Most things take time. But some things just happen in an instant. You keep fighting against something for months or maybe even years, and then just one fine day you wake up and realize that you are not the same person anymore. It feels like a rigid line has been drawn at that point which separates the life after that instant and before that instant. And mind you, it doesn't always happen for good. There is a certain feeling about things and everything around you. It is like y

What if there was only a single person on this whole planet, would he ever smile, would he ever cry. When you are happy, you smiile. But try smiling and you'll feel that hint of happiness just through this random choice to smile. And some smiles are infectious, you see someone smiling and you can't help but synchronize yours with theirs and so does your happiness (at least up to some extent). Coming back to that solitary person, in a world devoid of other people I don't think

I am on the backseat. The day has ended but the night hasn't arrived yet. The journey is long, pleasantly long. I have nothing to do, exactly what I have been craving. And for sometime, I am a nobody. Just an observer being carried around by a random stranger. The air is hazy and street lights glimmer through them one after the other like a shifting carousel. There are other people around, some like me, going home after being somebody for the day and some others going out hop