Same old story. A big shot gets killed, he has a dark history, his family faces problems, a lawyer tries to sort it out and it all happens between Corsica and New York.

This book wins the resin necklace from me for being the second chronicle in Italy. First one being 'The Broker' in Bologna.

Apr 17, 1:50am

Why can't I just wrap these thoughts, haunting my head and making me doubt, of everything I do and say, and burn in the stack of hay,

Then I wear the ashes, and flaunt my way, I never fear them, I never think detrimental again, I make my way, I live my day,

Talk swirls around in eddies, never leads nowhere, purpose with none, only stains the eye and changes the stare,

Why beneath the earth do I search to go deep, what's with the world above me being such a creep? Weeped I, fell I, scarred with the tattoos on my forehead, haunted me then and are forever dread,

Free me from myself, I hate to live here, whenever the dark comes 'round, the judgements I will hear,

The dream finally ends and so does the silence...

Fine and aged Arunachali and Meghalayan wines✨

I accept all the things that I cannot change.

It's always the rain vs cricket

What reigns your mind? Negativity, herd mentality or fear of being fearful? I've never heard of that. Ruler comes secondary to responsibility. Redirect your thoughts and actions towards the purpose. Rest is just cake.

Visiting Saptashrungi made sense in fighting for establishment and existence. It's brought a unique experience to me. I learned to prepare for the blizzard but survive the tornado too when nature calls for it; cuz not everything gives you a premonition.

Who is a good person? Who is unproblematic? How do we recognize the so-called nicest and kindest person in our social circle?

The problem with these adjectives is that, they don't always fit in for a particular person. The person who always stays neutral in their views, is totally unknown to us. Every individual has an alter ego that emerges at the most crucial moment. Perception is relative.

You don't drink, you don't smoke, you're well immersed into the rulebook of etiquettes, your tongue was never known to profanity and so on. Either you have not gotten a taste of the experiences that make us rigid and stubborn or you are one hell of a weirdo and strangely this jolly-goody walking joker.

Maybe others perceive you as a people-pleaser. Wait, you deny it? Oh, then why do you have so many common friends? People may even perceive you as a soft-spoken manipulator. Being pure-hearted is the essence of having thoughts and actions with well-wishing intentions. Surprisingly I happen to believe that a rich brat could be a saint from the inside, it's merely a stereotype. Talking about stereotypes, I've never been more frustrated by the influence of rumours and gossips accompanied with their innumerable judgements on the minds of hostellers. False word spreads faster than 5G and good word transforms into a lie. I cannot stress enough on the fact that maturity does not come with age. Even the most underserved, resourceless and unethical people act as if they're the Everest of the their little world.

In a world of today's era where people fail to even grab their morning coffees, it is impossible to wait for someone and give them your time and attention for every small favour. Ironically, patience is expected by an impatient person. I know, wish you could just give a good bruise and a taste of their own punch. I can't leave without talking about toxic traits. You leave whenever you want, ignore or whatever bullshit you do for gaining attention and then come back again as if nothing happened. These people treat you this way because you are needed, not wanted. Highlight this. I also happen to know a good friend of this toxic person who is the exact opposite. They're down-to-earth, but with enough self-respect, has mannerisms, values people's thoughts and rationality. That person learns to balance the their own demons and angels. This person has the quality of introspection in their blood. You recognize such people easily. You know it when you are comfortable around them, you trust them, they don't degrade you by treating you like a slut or they don't bring a sweat on your forehead.

Don't even get me started on green flags. It's a clear cut fact that at the end of the day, you get attracted to the people having red flags. I'll surely get a phD degree on this if I pursue psychiatry. But for now, accept that you've made a mistake by bringing the wrong people close to yourself. There's one thing you can do. Get yourself out of this shit and never blindly flow in the mob mentality. Do this and you'll be the kindest person you've ever known. Do this and you'll be someone better. I can never guarantee the nicest and unproblematic adjectives because we all have our own list of blunders.

Thoughts haven't taken a break but that's all my Broca's area can do for now.

Non-grammable.

Lively streets, people and devotion.📷

Hence said Sirius Black to Harry while looking at the tapestry of the Black family tree, lementing his cousin Bellatrix and the repulsive thoughts about pure blood.

Seek discomfort.

This is what I've heard from people around. Discomfort is all around me, or that's what I think. Or maybe it's just that I haven't adapted myself yet.

When does discomfort arise? Everytime you misunderstand someone, everytime you go blank on an interrogation, when you face the storm for the first time and when you know you're about to be criticized. Our whole life we have laughed at our own pain. We've only ignored it. Most people become strong and brave, while few others get buried under other's validations. Comfort was never the nature's choice. It shouldn't be ours either. But still 'comfort first' has been our motto. 10 ways to be healthy cannot be achieved by laying on your bed watching pink panther episodes.

The thing is I don't know where I'm going with this either. But I do know that adaptation and finding comfort in discomfort is the way to go. World is much much bigger than your nutshell. But I'm certainly not suggesting that you should tolerate those death stares, or let the polluted minds get a hold of you, or let the worst take your vibe away. It's all relative afterall, but this blog is YOUR pov.

Home is where things are not going well.

Was travelling in the metro for the first time. Everyone around was so excited and were talking about the construction, course and the ease of transport. Heard a kaka say, "pethetli vatate, kokanastha."

Your self study starter pack. Tea for mental alertness, pouch with all your writing weapons, ebooks to enlighten you and a sturdy table to lay the foundation.

It's zen mode time, no buzzes on the phone📵

Never being heard of, no matter how much you raise your voice, no matter how relevant your words are going to be, despite being a highly good listener. Pch pch. Idc anymore. I will talk no more. Cuz 'small' things like these matter to me a lot. Nvm was just a thought. Carry on with your talk cuz it's all blabbering to me now. Bitch I'm above and beyond your gibberish and honestly it's fine that you don't let me speak. I'm good that way.