സ്വതന്ത്ര ചിന്ത

Bangalore's dying winter fog is at its mightiest today, Fighting to breathe life into a characteristic regular lazy dawn. Ten feet from the gates of Apollo, fresh smell of tea swirled in the air as I gazed into the calm roads of Bannerghatta. It is rare that the suffocating traffic and loud honks of vehicles through this road could be overcome by deafening silence. Eight Months have passed, and every day the tea from this small tea stall fuelled in the energy to not give up. Death — Death is just an end for one pawn in the crowd, who has set in motion a chain of events that will refurbish a bishop to a king. Pieces of a game is all we are for the almighty but the moves are controlled to defeat the opposite. I have seen the pain in waiting for the end with no resort. The closure to the endless needles ripping through the body from outside. Destiny — Destiny is a game of rights and wrongs, a treasure hunt where each choice leads you to a separate dénou...