Literature is that neuter, that composite, that oblique into which every subject escapes, the trap where all identity is lost, beginning with the very identity of the body that writes. The Death of the Author. 8220;And you consider all this natural? What could be more natural than a rhinoceros? Do I dare disturb the universe.

Saturday, May 2, 2015. An artefact, of sorts. Rather plain to look at. But the envy of lots. The very best version of me. The kind I want to be. The kind I want to look. The kind for which in my dreams. I am often, mistook. My friends feel it too. One feels fairer, another, thinner. And one swears her breasts even grew. And we stare at it for hours. Lost in a state of bliss.

If you are able to relate to any of the ideas below. bingo, You might wanna try the other ones too! Coz I love being on a journey rather than reaching the destination. I derive the ultimate pleasure out of a trip when you start an overnight journey from an overcrowded bus stop in a concrete jungle and wake up making your way through lush green paddy fields or vast coconut farms. Coz when I am travelling with a long lost school friend and a midnight coffee f.

You must be wondering what I am talking about. The title says raining, the quote says about killing and becoming stronger.