New Horizons

In a very artsy, new-agey manner, I am able to write meaningful articles while bobbing my head to music on my obnoxiously large and overly conspicuous headphones. Here, I am the quiet, enigmatic, well-dressed teen, listening to soft music while penning down my thoughts on expensive paper with a carefully selected pen, just right for my handwriting, lettering and (obviously) the scratchy sound it makes with the paper. And, as with all well-captured scenes in what I call ‘good cinema’, this happens during the daylight hours with the sun shining merrily and light pouring in through the windows, warming my hand, the wind playing with the few strands of my hair which have artfully come out of the carelessly tied yet beautifully executed ‘messy bun’ which rests atop my head, a strong characteristic of all teen artists of today. To add further flavour to this frivolous mix, I wear well ironed pastels or solids, the crisp lining of my sleeve brushing the table as I write. One would ass...

The constant whining of society intrudes upon our life and ways—silence is looked upon as a heavy word, taxing and draining those living in it. Contrary to such repining ways of human history, silence, in itself is a blessing for man today. Away from the constant murmur of spoken lies, silence is the light of contentment for silence of speech brings forth the music of thoughts and deliberation, which lacks us an excuse for recklessness.   To know that the crux of society lies in the lap of the abusive connections amongst its members and yet, to have the luxury to observe it from a different angle, plane, heck a planet, is my good fortune indeed. I consider myself, in that sense, to be immensely lucky—not to have met him, but to be part of a relationship so distant from the wailing pleas our colleagues claim theirs to be. Contrary to all clickbait articles which circulate the social media, constant speech is far from a pre-requisite to what they call a ‘healthy relat...