CRATERS ON THE MOON

THE PLACE

Where is the place where the land meets the sea? Here ʻtireless strivingʼ stretchesʼ its arms towards perfectionʼ. The place, where the fish can swim in the sky, where ice creams can survive in the deserts without melting? Are we on a conquest to find such a place; this Utopia? Or are we settling like dust in the world - content where we are, making no efforts to venture into the unknown. There are four earthʼs spheres and we are exhausting all of them little by little. Are we afraid of what lies before us, as a civilization? Why canʼt we excavate the ruins of our relationship with animals, with nature? Take measures to preserve them as artefacts of our efforts to make things better?

THE IDENTITY CRISIS

Life as a journey is such - one of self discovery and exploration. There is a phase in everybodyʼs life where they see through borrowed visions, try to fit into someone elseʼs shoes, hide behind masks and it lasts till they find the mask that fits them the best, where they are comfortable in their own skin and are not clouded by othersʼ judgements of who they are, where they are from and what they are supposed to be. Unless, a man is unaware of the facets of his personality, until he has not been left confused by distorted perceptions, he shall never be able to assess himself or his true worth. He can only be the best version of himself after going through his worst. Therefore, being uncertain of who you are - is as much a necessity of having consolidated your ground in the world.