Doesn't Feel Like Twenty Fifteen

To begin with I would turn the leaf and wind the clock backward to what happened in Paris a while back. A renowned magazine, based in Paris, took to targeting the sentimental Muslim population not only in Paris but across the globe. The recent Paris killings have spread a new wave of islamophobia and given an incentive to the Non-Muslims to target the Muslims. How 2015 doesn't qualify in making people understand that no religion promotes terrorism or taking someone's life, in fact, teaching completely otherwise, is rather hilarious. The notion being a religion to be highly individualistic. After this many years of evolution, the minds should at least begin to register that the happenings in the name of religion are baseless.

Anyway. Condemning the Paris killings, I extend my sympathies and prayers. We have been through it time and again, and understand their pain in these trying times. It's about time everyone lowers their discriminatory flags and agree to at least live and let live, peacefully; Without planning to mischievously bring certain groups down to be on top and have the underhand doings surface after it's done and dusted.

Coming Home, a Grand Pleasure

Somehow coming home each time is almost always a grand pleasure. Now others may not seem to be affected. But the secret longing finally being fulfilled has no give or take. U decide when your schedule will allow you to escape from heaven even, just to be home. And plan ahead of time. Witnessing every mood of the unwinding road, luxurious n crappy. Comfortable n life sucking. Adding voluminous clippings to the depth of one's soul. Travel. I tell you, travel as much, travel as far n wide as you can.