Dudurudh

It must've been a couple of months ago. I remember sitting at this desk and looking out of these glass doors in my balcony. As the dusk enveloped the earth, I could see the sky turn a lovely shade of orange through the branches of a mighty silver oak. Two gulmohars flanked his either side and more silver oaks stood majestically beside them. They waved their branches in response to a breeze from afar. The sky looked beautiful in the background with the silhouette of the silver oaks and gulmohars dancing in the foreground and little birds learning to fly, somehow trying to get home. The air was bursting with life. No TV, no display, no HD screen could ever recreate that scene. Humans think they can make anything with technology. Ever tried sitting amongst trees and breathing in the freshness? the sound of nature's orchestra of trees, animals and life playing a beautiful composition of peace and tranquility. No technology can create that. We're not smarter than everything arou...

It must've been a couple of months ago. I remember sitting at this desk and looking out of these glass doors in my balcony. As the dusk enveloped the earth, I could see the sky turn a lovely shade of orange through the branches of a mighty silver oak. Two gulmohars flanked his either side and more silver oaks stood majestically beside them. They waved their branches in response to a breeze from afar. The sky looked beautiful in the background with the silhouette of the silver oaks and gulmohars dancing in the foreground and little birds learning to fly, somehow trying to get home. The air was bursting with life. No TV, no display, no HD screen could ever recreate that scene. Humans think they can make anything with technology. Ever tried sitting amongst trees and breathing in the freshness? the sound of nature's orchestra of trees, animals and life playing a beautiful composition of peace and tranquility. No technology can create that. We're not smarter than everything aro...

The following is an article sent in by my first guest writer. A beautifully crafted article that'll connect with some and ends on a note that all stories must end on, one of strength and renewed hope. Enjoy! At the end of two decades, I stood, mentally, at the top of a skyscraper. Partly because I've been playing too much batman, and partly because I'm an architecture student. But mostly, that would be the place I'd make my life changing decisions, because I was nyctophilic, and I preferred solitude. So, here I stood mentally, at the edge of a skyscraper, staring into the city's beautiful night sky, alone. Alone. It scared me. But it's also a habit. I didn't like mingling, I was what you'd call antisocial. Heck I was probably emotionally detached from everyone. Even my parents. Though I didn't have anything solid to prove that I was indeed emotionally detached, I really didn't want to get to it. My parents would always usher and encourage my enta...

The following is an article sent in by my first guest writer. A beautifully crafted article that'll connect with some and ends on a note that all stories must end on, one of strength and renewed hope. Enjoy! At the end of two decades, I stood, mentally, at the top of a skyscraper. Partly because I've been playing too much batman, and partly because I'm an architecture student. But mostly, that would be the place I'd make my life changing decisions, because I was nyctophilic, and I preferred solitude. So, here I stood mentally, at the edge of a skyscraper, staring into the city's beautiful night sky, alone. Alone. It scared me. But it's also a habit. I didn't like mingling, I was what you'd call antisocial. Heck I was probably emotionally detached from everyone. Even my parents. Though I didn't have anything solid to prove that I was indeed emotionally detached, I really didn't want to get to it. My parents would always usher and encourage my...