Dudurudh

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...