The old man called it stereotype. What I think about, though, is — could he have ever expected the same thing to happen to man’s brain too, and that too a couple centuries into the bright-progressed-future?

Who am I? I am every being who has been forcefully dented and painted. I am every man who has failed his innate desire on the scale of time.

Coming from a family bearing a theatrical background, Malini was fond of plays and dramas. Reading and re-reading them, but not quite comprehending everything.

 If men’s social existence determines their consciousness, then is it not plausible to claim that an individual, who is not part of any society or who has no social existence, is devoid of a consciousness.

It’s sad that people still judge like how they do of pizzas from different pie joints. Every individual is different, like everyone else. Sorry, that came out wrong.