and i am mostly experimental with writing here, so i should not be expected to follow grammar rules, or things that are common in the so called normal population. peace.

i don’t think art is completely elitist. everybody has got some form of art. music, or storytelling or, singing, etc. And despite all the hard times that Faiz had to face he never really stopped and said, okay, because the circumstances are awful I am going to stop doing what i do. i suppose this is what i wanted to say that day. there could be a million excuses if you do not want to do something. there can be none if your survival depends on something like art.

I think my previous post about the deception of finances was a bit blinkered. for now, I have to write something else. I will complete this thought at a later time. disclaimer: I change my mind all the time. it’s one of the good things about this life. and in this blog, i mostly vent. later, bye.

If I am to continue writing, I'm going to need a room and financial independence

Credits to a Twitter handle.

I want to

At 12 am, I wanted to make something. Bhindi, also called lady finger and called other names I am sure. Little did I know the knife was a sharp one. The cuts on my hands are witnesses. Long story short, it took two days to make a good potful. And tada, two days later, made with love and blood(literally), the underdog vegetable, Bhindi tarkari, was served by me to me.