Thoughts, theories and conversations. They make life. I tend to let my mind spill as all I have experienced, read, told, dreamt come together in a mix. Like a capable cook who put everything in a bowl and somehow presents a random yet delicious recipe. Ofcourse I am a terrible cook. Haha. But, hopefully, not that bad a theorist.
Lulling Saturday evening after a long week. Doubts and discussions without a set aim. It's just random window into the mind of an (over) thinker how life can get once you grow up. Unsure, confused I question - "Is dreaming still allowed?"
What should push us out of bed everyday? Looking at world with a very opinionated kind of perspective yet trying to be unbiased. Hear here, some sensible ramblings of a thoughtful mind.
This one is about a quiet winter afternoon of december 2019. The dust storm if this eventful year has me reaching back to my older collection of soothing memories.