Sand is overrated. It’s just tiny little rocks. Don’t you think?


We can never turn back the pages of time, though we may wish to relive a happy moment, or say goodbye just one last time. We never can, because the sands of time continue to fall and we cannot turn the hourglass over.


While it is well enough to leave footprints on the sands of time, it is even more important to make sure they point in a commendable direction.

You can’t leave footprints in the sand if you are sitting on your butt… and who wants to leave butt-prints in the sands of time?


Well, then! I’ll go die, right now.

Sooner than other people, obviously (’cause only the good die young’, right?) But everybody knows that life isn’t worth living. And when it came down to it, I wasn’t unaware of the fact that it doesn’t matter very much whether you die at 30 or at 70 – since, in either case, other men and women will naturally go on living, for thousands of years even. Nothing was plainer, in fact. It was still only me who was dying, whether it was now or in twenty years’ time.


@rajathkrajeev | Rajath K. Rajeev ©

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