The paradox

He had finally found it out. What he was to do was very clear to him now. No more confusions. The door had opened. His mind was freed. He was then led past a door wrought of Iron, the banner on which was written "Prison".

Page 120

There is was reading Pg: 120 of The Fountainhead. 23 hours and 25 minutes from that time, i cannot come out of it. I do not have the courage to proceed further, at least not now.

24 Hours onward, I picked up the courage to read further. Though i knew that i d be consumed by the book, and couldn't do any other work, i still went forward. Now i stand in Page 185.

The Graveyard missive

Dear Friend, we swore a friendship for life.

I wish you the best in the life after,

As I write this missive,

From a Tomb that declares,

"Here lies buried a Man's honour"

A Moment of Eternity

Today, I rode out, thought clouding my head as the clouds did the heavens. As I rode, I raised my head to find myself Flying, towards the heavens (at the other end of which of the was the Marina) - the breeze to my face, the dark sky greeting me, applauding with beats of thunder and beaming with streaks of lightning as i ascended ever so close to it. At that moment of time lay an eternity, an ecstasy greater than love and Nirvana among many others..............


P.S.:
1) The above post explains my view on top of the Flyover on R.K.Road, as i rode out to meet my dearest friend for lunch. This was also a Prequel to a post that i have put of indefinitely, a post to which i would not be doing justice to if i do not take the adequate time developing it.
2) Jai you are very good at (he)art. I wrote this post with you in mind - a writer's description of a work of art. Can you actually create a sketch of this for me.
3) Don't worry though.. We'll copyright the sketch, as i surely know that it ll be amazing.