So We Tell The Same Story, Over

The Carnage Upon The Chessboard Of Life, Left Wounded Humans In Its Wake

I Think A Lot About The Past, It's True. But At My Age, The Past Is More Present Than The Here And Now. And There Is Not Much Percentage In The Future.

All Fiction Relies On The Real World In The Sense That We All Take In The World Through Our Five Senses And We Accumulate Details, Consciously Or Subconsciously. This Accumulation Of Detail Can Be Drawn On When You Write Fiction.

He Who Spits Paan At The Ceiling Only Blinds Himself.

Everyone Underestimates Their Own Life. Funny Thing Is, In The End, All Our Stories...they're The Same. In Fact, No Matter Where You Go In The World, There Is Only One Important Story: Of Youth, Loss And Yearning For Redemption. So We Tell The Same Story, Over And Over. Only The Details Are Different.