There are lots of things I want to say right now. I’m afraid if you pay attention to my words, I may enter your mind, arrange some wires, and turn you exactly into me. I may seem confused most of the time because I don’t know how to show you “Perhaps” and “What-Ifs” fighting with each other inside my brain. I’m perhaps the epitome of Perhaps. Perhaps, I’m able to see numerous outcomes of events that are happening around me. Perhaps, because I’ve been wiping my arse with my left hand for so long, now I always remain sceptical about bidet showers in western toilets. Thus, eventually, I have to use the traditional way of cleansing. Perhaps, I’ve been living low-key for so long that now I can’t recall where I’ve kept my self-worth. With each new story I write, I’m losing faith in myself. However, I’m glad I’m writing something. Perhaps, my words won't last long on your cracked phone screen, and before you read the last word of my overflowing musing, you will have already gone. Just li...
i am redhya. here i spew out disorder birthed by my restless neurons. you may or may not like what you read. either way, i urge you to do it. moreover, you may comment what you think so that i understand my writings from your perspectives. But a word of warning - SURRENDER yourself before you begin; otherwise, these are merely some words taking their last breaths and it's impossible to resuscitate them now.