Of Inhumane Doctors…

Dear doctors, What you've taken as a profession is a weapon... to save lives... Not a butcher's knife, to cleave and murder. Yours is a generous profession, that must be nourished with kindness and humanity and it is about time you wake up from the slumber, and look beyond money... Please, lives depend on you... Don't crush them under your feet...

Navigation Through Nowhere…

I had become someone I hated once... I had become a Robot, traipsing day in and day out, ordered and in symmetry. A systematic life, never veering towards unpredictable. And I lived, because I need to... I didn't live, because I want to...