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I am not afraid. I am a soldier. My life is defined by the conquests I make. I am a Roman! Greater grounds would mean greater employment for my people, an enriched living my family deserves. But no, I am not at war for capital. I hold my sword for conceit. Yet, what is this fear that encapsulates me this day? Am I afraid of being outnumbered? Would there actually be an army of 300,000 Gallic soldiers as speculated? No, I fear them not. I would return as a noble to my people. I fight for prestige, I fight for pride, I fight for Rome … I fight for Caesar! We are few but we are strong. We are a trained 60,000 with an astute commander. Why can I not erase the thought of the debt my leader got buried under? Would it really be true that the office of Consul for my chief brought us today to fight the undefeated? Have mercy on me O Mars! I am not feeble like the Arvernia. Tomorrow’s sun shall see me fight. I would not bring shame to the land of Romulus. We shall feast and rejoice once the la...

"How many years has it been?" "Almost twenty five" "And how long has it been that we spooned?" "Twenty three ... long years" "Why did you marry me?" "It was a difficult multiple choice question, I had to choose the most appropriate option. Hence, you" "Regrets?" "I ruined your life" "Why would you think that?" "Do you love me?" "I adore the way you garnish a breakfast platter for me and the kids every morning, and force us to eat against our will" "Do you love me?" "I feel affection for your manicured fingers that fold my laundry to perfection, without me asking, and tantalize me with a new scent in them every other week" "Do you love me?" "I cherish the drops of heaven that roll down your cheek when I prepare you for my approaching death" "I ruined your life" ...

Who reflects in the mirror when you stand in front of it? A dentist! Not worthy of that title, as we see you not practicing with any dexterity. An artist perhaps! When was the last time you painted a piece that was worth so much so as glancing at? A writer then! Dr. Gerald, you fail to articulate in convincing words a heartfelt emotion in front of your own family, how likely are you to compose an original work worth reading by the multitude. And yet, such superego! If the Providence makes a lowlife like your narcissistic unsuccessful self sit face to face with a blue stocking, take that as an opportunity never to waste. The probability of that happening is close to zero. So very close, you believed it was zero. Perhaps that is the reason why you wasted this one opportunity that was staring you right in the face a week back. A week back, really! And now you decide to share the story. It never occurred to you - while you rambled on day after another about all the cuisines you stuff...

“I know you barely, yet the thought of you walking that aisle with a person that was not me, makes me envious” “You do understand the absurdity of that notion, do you not?” “It is this absurd notion that makes me desire you more” “Knowing well that I consciously decided to spend a lifetime with another man?” “You call those few years from your past a lifetime?” “Our differences split us apart, no reason for you to live as a rebound!” “Can you honestly consider me one?” “I meet you in a phase when I’m gathering myself from a prior relationship. Define it” “Why would any relationship need a definition? You understand me, I understand you; you nurture me, I nurture you; you delimitate me, I delimitate you; you sympathize me, I sympathize you; you fancy me, I fancy you; you complete me … yet it’s tomfoolery for me to complete you!” “What is any relationship without a definition? When you decide not to define, you live by the definitions enforced...

"I compose a utopian lie for myself and live it; as if my life depends upon it" "Happens to the best of us. Have you lost the distinction between reality and imagination during such an episode?" "Who is to say! I find it all gray" "So you cannot differentiate between black and white?" "Like I said, it's all gray. I know white and I know black, and I can separate them from one another. But all I perceive is gray" "And has it always been like that? Or do you recollect the presence of black and white in your life at an earlier stage?" "Ofcourse I do. Probably till the time I was mature enough to incept a fantasy" "How old were you when you first composed that fantasy?" "Old enough" "Able to quantitate?" "Able to comprehend relativity!" "During therapy it is recommended that you answer honestly instead of questioning back"...

Not in words can capture I The thoughts of an empty mind, Neither a sinner nor a saint defined; Reflections of smile, of calm, of cry I rhyme to thee, O thoughts enslaved By society, morality, religion, norms ... Not one to rescue in the storms Of shattered dreams, in Utopia saved Let me be born, survive, then die, Known shall I be as an amateur thought, Yet better I am than the philosophy you bought! For I am the truth, not a taught lie

“Why should I be a part of the system I dissent to? A change cannot be brought about in a tainted organization, not at least, by an individual who takes an oath under a wrongdoer” “You consider yourself a citizen of this country, nonetheless!” “Not only was I born in this land but raised here too. Sarcasm shall not be entertained so be urbane enough to offer grounds to your incertitude” “The words spoken appear incoherent to me. Correct me if I fail to understand the hierarchy, but is not a citizen a part of the system?” “Entrapping me in words here blue-stocking? I differ ideologically to the system I am born to. Not because I disagree with the constitution itself but the amendments in it. I am a rebel to the current government and the corruption that prevails under its governance” “Seeing how passionate you are for your land, what I fail to understand is, if not incorporating yourself in the system to bring a change, why would you also not be an insurrectionist?...