I am an extinguished blaze, A smoldering torch in a cavern of aspirations. But once I did burn the brightest, once I did cast out a glow.

Alas, but now I'm a shadow of my past glory, for I've been dulled by genocide of my dreams.



This may sound as an epitaph, and mind you, I'd love it more if it were so. For I'm a victim of a war, a war that was waged against my dream of pursuing my affection. I, like any 18 year old teenager who hails from a middle class Indian family, was made to forego the pursuit of my dreams, and pushed into a rat race to become someone who is 'socially acceptable' in our so called "modern society". And in this rat race, what people forget is that though we are made of the same clay, our molds are different.



So here I am, living this second life, a secret from my present, a secret from the society. Here I may have a pseudonym, a fake face, a fake title, but the person behind it all is true... Here I live a resurrection which may have been reality, if only dreaming wasn't considered a sin in this world... Happy Reading! Do support me in my rebel against the society... Rekindle me.