PROSE: "ZINDAGI EK SAFAR HAI SUHANA"
Life has been great, but am I really living? Does my so-called life revolve around counting days, listening to Rahman on a good day, and One direction on a bad one? Or writing something that has already been written, or forming opinions on something that has already made the rounds on the internet? Or forcing my brain and heart to coordinate themselves in order to write on days when I feel like prose is a refuge, or maybe an excuse for people who don't know how to rhyme better? Life has been great, but does it practically sound the same too? Does my so-called life revolve around reading biographies of people and copy-pasting their ways on a good day and disliking them on a bad one? Or cribbing out something that is already a blazing issue in the market, or purchasing something only when the public discarded it from the trend and it's not a vibe anymore? Or forcing my brain and heart to coordinate themselves in order to fake feeling happy on days when I feel like happ...