This world has two types of difficult people. Ones who are difficult because there is some manipulative or egocentric gain in being so and the ones who are born difficult. The ramblings that you shall read from here-on are the about the ones who are born difficult.
Companions of time, never companions for life.
A story unknown, stranger than all, an unimaginable twist and turn that makes you feel a little lost? Will all this be enough or do you need more?
Imagine a world, not ruled by love but by hate. Not the death of love but the unimportance of it.
Taking the legendary story of Ramayana and trying to humanise the essential characters so as to learn something from their situations …in hindsight.
‘Please note, the below content has been plagiarized from the first 2 paragraphs of http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Posttraumatic_stress_disorder. The author has manipulated it a bit, with the sole intention of bringing a slight smile to the reader’s face and nothing more. Posttraumatic stress disorder is a serious disorder and this blog in no way diminishes its effects and its […]