Image by Ahmed Saffu

With each passing day, I could hear in your rants, the fear, the exhaustion, a cacophony of thoughts resonating, slaying your soul without mercy.

And then it all became silent.

Silence that engulfs you whole, a deafening silence. Silence that encroaches upon any and everything around you and leaves it hollow.

And you’re suspended. You’re not straining, not making a move. You’re still.

Hang in there. I’m here. We’re all here. Send echoes from where you’re, we can hear you.

Moments shall pass. You’re under His shade.

Please take a moment to offer prayer for Stoner on a Rollercoaster ‘s mother who passed away yesterday. May she be at peace. Sending love and prayers to her and her family.

B&W Challenge Day 3

I’m challenged by This Girl’s Got Curves to the Seven Days Seven B&W Photos Challenge. This challenge is to post seven black and white photos, no people, no explanation, of everyday life for seven consecutive days. Challenge one new blogger each day.



I nominate Julesaprilkitty.


Image by Ignacio Campo

The pinnacle of her life is considered when she’s studded with jewels presented before the world like an object to take pride in. 

It is both humbling and agonising that each person in her life wants to boast to the world how he owns the best jewel in the world. Owns her like she is a creation of his own. Like all the hard work he puts in building her up needs to be repaid in the form of appreciation of the people of the world. 

All she ever wants is not to idolize her existence. Her body, her soul, her art are not jewels for society, her ambitions, her choices, her priorities entertain herself before others, she is nobody’s possession. She belongs to the One to whom all animals, all men, all insects, the entire matter belong. 

She was sent to guardians, not gods. Alas! The gardener getting too obsessed with his plants fails to see it through: the plants are owned by none other than the One who owns the gardener himself.