My Word & My World

It was the fall of 2015. Like the leaves, my days fell wasted. And a constant reminder of my future, which I guess; hopeless. There is a pull within my thoughts for words, and its the greatest love story in my life. Every time i wish i had someone to share with, the only companion is a white sheet and a pen to cum on it few beautiful verses of my mind. I guess a writer stole my heart. I don't remember the gender of the pen, i fell for the mind that created combinations of some twisted, creepy, beautiful, adorable phrases and stanzas. And an alien feeling captured my thoughts to recreate everything I feel and store unexpressed. Here I came up with some astonishingly heart-touching poems of my pen. Yes, I fell in love with myself. Amidst of the unsure fathom lieing unknown to my path, I dreamt of things that were captured and destroyed by other things I loved. And the rest is just life. Started being a Software slave. Entitled to various positions of slavery with a redeeming life of ...

It's been a long time to involve myself totally into reading something. During the lockdown, I haven planning a few things, and reading this particular book is one of them. In my previous organization, its CEO had suggested to me about reading "The Fountain Head" by Ayn Rand. I quickly searched about it in google and found some interesting facts about this book. Also, I'm a big fan of Ram Gopal Varma. Now don't think I too behave the same as him. I can't. During his interviews in #Ramuism, he peculiarly described this Book and its Writer. I was touched. Maybe the two reasons motivated me and inspired me to get some time into this book. About this book: The book suggestively describes Individualism (known as Objectivism). With a stunning story and characters that seem like in real world, which makes us involve into the book. They all have a weight in their living, and the flow is astonishing. There are a few areas where one loses the mind while reading. Thing i...