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“The Strugglers" He was born on a Friday. And it was raining that day. He still does not know whether the Gods were happy or sad at his arriving on earth. He saw the world. He saw sadness. He saw misery. He saw the struggle of his dad and mom. They both struggled to give a good life to their children. He started becoming serious in life. He started winning awards in academics and in quiz competitions to begin with. Then he tried essay competitions and debates. His sole aim was to win awards to make his parents feel proud of him. He wanted to become an IAS officer to make his family (uncles, aunts, cousins) feel proud of him. He came to Delhi to prepare for the Civil Services. He thought he will do a job and not be dependent on his parents, and still clear the Civil Services. It did not happen. He lost out on becoming a Civil Servant of the people. He tried a few odds jobs. He eventually became a Teacher, Poet, and Writer. His inspirations to writing - his Mom who manages to writer Poetry even now along with her struggles of life, Sylvia Plath, Maya Angelou, Franz Kafka, Roald Dahl, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski, Ernest Hemingway, and all the other poets, artists, writers, and strugglers in Life.”

“She wanted to know me. She wanted to know the type of a man, I was. She would look at me and try to fathom the was I do certain things. Many a times, I saw her observing me when I was busy doing something else. And the moment when our eyes met, she would have this desperate look in her eyes which told me that she was trying really hard to read the thoughts running in my mind.”

“The "Mona Lisa" is an optical illusion created by Leonardo Da Vinci. The woman in the painting "The Mona Lisa" doesn't appear to be always smiling. When you look at the mouth you feel she looks sad, melancholic, and hostile. But when you look at the eyes you feel she is happy and cheerful. Leonardo perfected the "sfumato technique," which translated literally from Italian means "vanished or evaporated." He created imperceptible transitions between light and shade, and sometimes between colors. "Why the Silhouette?" appears as a simple story of a few individuals, but when you look at it from a distance, it appears to show you the philosophy of life. I have tried to create imperceptible transitions between light and darkness and sometimes between colors. Hope you see the illusion in "Why the Silhouette?”

“the thing that is between you and me, there is something between you and me... it is ineffable what is between you and me it is incomprehensible what is between you and me it is indefinable what is between you and me it is indescribable what is between you and me but there is something between you and me the thing that is between you and me...”

“Someone recently asked me to write about men's problems in life. She said "I can see pain in a man's eyes! Why don't you write about it!" Her words made me think deeply on this topic. And I do agree with her that as a society we do not give the kind of attention to this topic that it deserves. We neglect this topic quite often. In the fight for equality and supporting the women in our life, we - the men in society - tend to neglect ourselves and don't give ourselves the due that we deserve. As a writer, I too have been partially blind to this topic. And I have not written on this topic that is of much importance. Because men and women are the two wheels of a vehicle which propels life forward. What would life be without men or women?”

“She: Do you always enjoy your struggle? Me: Yes I do! There is no other meaningful way of living my life. My struggle to give voice to my thoughts is exhilarating. My struggle to channelize my thoughts to an audience is amazingly fulfilling. To write my feelings in words is greatly liberating. It is like my mind has all these thoughts and ideas that need to be shared with the esteemed audience! She: What is your purpose of being a writer? Me: A writer's life is a lonely life. The loneliness gives me time to be with myself. I am most happy when I am with myself. This loneliness is like my true existence. I don't need to search for a meaning in life. I have my struggle. I have a purpose. My reason for existence is my struggle to be a writer.”

“Why do you give so much of yourself to a person? Does this person really need it? Isn't it a contradiction of life that when you love someone so much that you overwhelm them with too much of yourself? You want to spend more time with this person. You want to keep messaging this person. You want to know what they are doing every minute of their life! If you truly love someone then you should set them free. Give them the freedom to be themself!”