Of learning and unlearning

It’s been a long time since I wrote some prose. 2016 starts tomorrow and I find myself thinking how bygone memories start amalgamating into one big chunk. Recording memories helps to separate that chunk in your head. Moreover, writing about my memories has always made them even more special. Hence, this blog-post comes about as …

Thoughts

Thoughts, they lead me on and on, They lead me into passageways, I restrict them not, Catch them not, For they have leeway.   Into the past, into the future, Not in the present, They refuse to dwell, where I wish to. I want to lead my thoughts into Passages I know.   Yet they …