Cycle of Cliches
The moment appeared like a small, lightweight, wooden box which could be blown away by the gentle, afternoon breeze of Spring.
In that smoking-room, it didn’t even matter that while battling my first conscious struggle while chasing the year’s biggest pursuit, I had discovered my life-long pursuits: Junali and stories. In fact, the entire episode felt like a rotten formula film script. Something that most of you are tired of watching, reading, conceiving, writing, re-writing and scrapping. Cliché.