Sky Clicks

Perhaps this is the reason why man always wanted to fly. He wanted to reign over this endless stretch of pure serenity with broken bits of blue everywhere.

Alright, I really wanted to step out of the aircraft

Felt like someone was calling me

I would have jumped if it wasn’t for them ladies in uniform

The celestial nymphs were actually seducing me! An explosion of light when they wink!!

This was when we said our goodbyes. Shades of the desk!

An Everlasting memory

Chaos Is Truth

When we look around, there are no patterns, there is no rhythm. Nothing is in order and utter chaos exists everywhere.

All this arrangements, these numbers and symmetry are mere attempts of human imagination to take control, to quantify and selfishly devour the form and savour the beauty.

Perhaps this is the reason why the perception of beauty varies among each of us.

Think about it my friend, what looks exquisite to me would be rather repulsive to you. And of course there are established standards for beauty, Norms that are defined by our forefathers. They are the shackles that we wear as we grow up. Things get ugly as we fail to find the pattern, rather our impotence to set a rhythm.

Our whole life revolves around our perception of beauty. We like and dislike things, events and people accordingly.