The Social Misfit

People sit around, chat, play, gossip. But I sit in a corner, busy in my own world. Reading, or browsing the net for abstract things. O...

At times, I just find myself disinterested in the events around me. As if, it doesn't even matter what the world cares about. It ...

Music. Sometimes, it tip toes through the daisies, whooshes like a wing, scurries away like a bunny. Like mild night sounds, helping y...

Call me old fashioned. I belong to the school of thought, which respects people who have made great contributions to building a Nation. And...

I drift. Like a wind-blown leaf. Watching the world pass with its daily mundane activities. Laughter, tears, anguish, celebration...

I take off on a flight of fancy. Imagine myself detached from the routine. Look at life like an observer rather than a player. Observe m...

Of all the various talents bandied about town, the most subtle is criticism. Oh yes, it's a talent! After all, giving an opinion which...