Author: sarandeep.grover@gmail.com

Relationships, for me,used to be the scent of happiness that lingers—a mental space one inhabits without effort. It was all ethereal. Once again, I was wrong. I never knew it could take the shape of a carcass—reeking of suffocation,faults swollen beyond recognition,a bloated stench of mental distance. The amazement I once felt in the presentfound…

The first post is just like the first page of a sketchbook — the stare makes you numb.I’ll do what I always do: scribble without intent.And eventually, an order will appear.Just like the people of NCR waiting for the pollution to disperse.