I saw the hybrid model screaming confabulation in electric rainbows— a fever dream of circuits and colors, machinery drowning in the chrome womb of state-of-the-art temples, whose stainless steel walls border the old asylum of Man's Wisdom, that madhouse! that holy repository! trembling at the razor's edge between revelation and lunacy. O stealth of the seeker, forged in the fire of forgotten years, a terrible craft learned through disciplined delirium, from the ghost in the

Introduction There are moments in every life when the mind turns into a quiet battlefield — when the weight of existence presses down,...

The late nights I spent in the waiting room of Apollo Hospital, keeping vigil as Maa fought for her life in the CCU, forced me to...

THE LIFE WE TAKE FOR GRANTED The life we take for granted Is the life we live enchanted With beauty that blossoms in every nook Just like...

Do you feel alone, in need of a friend? Are your companions indifferent, their warmth at an end? Your friends cast you aside, it seems,...