Author Archives: Arun

Asked Buku to draw something random for me on Father’s Day. His pencil sketch.

Life begins like Dali’s paintings – lofty, impressive, fluid and bold.
It ends in Picasso – everything out of shape, but still celebrating the colours of life.

Years fly by, and I respect and crave isolation more and more… to the extent that I have started forgetting the old heartaches I was once so possessive about.

My father taught me – “There is no substitute for hard work”.
One of the best managers I had (a South Korean) once said – “I will work hard to live”.
I still remember and follow those words.

The strongest of shackles is the desire to carry on.

From the moment you touched the chords of my heart, they’ve been playing magical tunes – from ecstasy to melancholy. No matter how far you are or how solitary I am, I know the tunes will never leave me alone.

You can make friends with vipers but that doesn’t change their nature. People often offer smiles and company as prepaid service charges.

You meant the world to me. It seemed impossible to let go… until I realised it’s me who must leave.

And I wait like the abandoned wooden house that was once a home centuries ago, now isolated from the world by the thicket around. Every weary plank praying for the warmth of footsteps, every wall praying to listen to voices and laughter before all of it breaks down.

I love to see you happy, I love to see you dance… overcoming the sadness inside. Helps me forget my pain for a while. So stay so!