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Hollow

Umpteen unsaid words aside Battles of feelings and logic beside Many abuses arise and subside But why still do I feel hollow inside? Sights, sounds and senses around To work, play and parties I'm bound Am I really the square peg in a hole that's round? Why do I feel in emotional hollowness I'm drowned? Something mystic is concealed deep within I can't put a finger to it, it's hiding in a ditch If these are demons put to rest Why doesn't the world let them be? Isn't that the best? My hollowness can be filled with nothing but love True love that's pure just like a white dove A minor slip up or friction of ideas so simply turns a friend to stranger To reveal your emptiness to every other, isn't it a real danger? For he who knows, doesn't question And he who questions, doesn't know That time heals wounds and time builds people And slowly but surely the hollowness of your soul becomes nothing more thaṅ an apparition!

To Mars and back in 24 hours!

It was a rather unusually breezy morning in the summer of 2024 when I got the most enchanting ‘out of world’ experience as the communications manager of ISRO (Indian Space Research Organisation). Yes, ISRO shifted to a manmade island in the Arabian Sea, off the shores of Mumbai, to facilitate a space launch; NASA, we are catching up! As I took the last sip of coffee (and flung the disposable plastic cup in an almost full trash can) at my work pad after a tiring night shift before logging out of my employee online muster, when a weirdest piece of communication flashed my Mac. Lo and behold! an invitation to visit Mars! Was it a joke? Was I dreaming? In the meantime, a zorb descended from the sky and landed near the coast. Another email quickly followed. The message read “Get into the zorb earthling ;)”. I was puzzled. “Should report this to my boss?” I thought out loud. But not wanting to look like a fool, I quickly rushed out of the office and got into the zorb. The zorb shot...