No Blushes

"I pick up the pen where I left it, as I closed My Musings, first version. As before, this time I pick it up not to make all-inclusive and final statements but to evoke thoughts and responses, approval and criticisms. I have relied on the thinking of others and walk in the shadows of great many. It is only with the responses that I can hope to achieve a semblance of understanding that seek to bring about."
- Abey George

An array of thoughts, reaction, reflections and responses to everyday happenings. Something that ought to be made a journal of. Jottings from the realm of mind, which otherwise would go down the drains of lost memories. Life shows you a mirage of unrealities. Nothing is as it seems to be, nowhere near what it is presented as. Every mind carries in it the camouflage to hide the ugliness inherent in it. The pretenses of the ‘knowledgeable’, that when exposed could be the most hilarious of jokes. Happiness that stands just two steps away from utter tragedy. Hidden sorrows and lost dreams. Your transit through the day shows you all and more. Only if you have the eyes to see, ears to hear and a heart to understand. Make a story of your everyday and you will have the truest legend ever written.