Aura of freedom…

And as the smoke I inhaled, continued to rot my insides; the speed limit of my Porsche seemed to show no bounds of flexibility. The booming music made my head delirious while the wind gave my hair some much needed freedom from constant tying and uniformity. Boundless and infinite, the aura of freedom was just…

I wonder…

How often it is that I wonder who reads my thoughts. This blog has been up and running for three months now and I’ve managed to do exactly what I promised I won’t do here. Post my feelings. Yes. This place has become my escape from my own thoughts, where people from different places have…