The Silent Journal

Is It Love? "Who can embody love correctly?" asked the prince to a priest in the middle of a war. The priest sitting nearby drinking ale with his hair covering his eyes said,"He is right there." pointing to a corpse. The corpse is lying in the snow staining the white snow red.  War sounds started becoming fainter as the prince started paying close attention to the priest. "When he died, he became more beautiful than anyone among the living. He's love itself. He'll never hate others  or steal anymore. He was abandoned there. He's going to give his body with generosity to the beasts and the insects. He lies exposed to the wind and  the rain, but wont speak a single word in complaint. Death.....perfects a person." said the priest with a confidence.  listening to  this, prince asked,"Are you saying that death is the essence of love?". To which the priest said,"Yes". listening to this the prince asked with a c...

27-11-2019.        My First Entry             Hello everyone!!! This is my first entry in my first blog.... and this entry is all about me... I am not expecting that many people to read this. But for that few who are reading any posts from this blog, it's better to know me a little. Well.. I am a 19 years old Indian boy from Visakhapatnam, Andhra Pradesh. I belong to a family of 5.... mother, father, sister(elder...😕) , grandma and me. father is both friendly and scared... mother is too pampering, sister... caring and commanding..and grandma.... my money source ....😅😅.           I got everything in life. At least I thought so.... but having everything from child hood... i never asked what I actually wanted or expressed how I really felt with anyone. This form of introversion remained in me... along with time..I made some great friends with whom I could share anything. In a sense they know me mor...