<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164</id><updated>2024-08-30T20:11:25.619+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sojourn</title><subtitle type='html'>Our stay here on planet earth is sojourn, but making it beautiful lies only in our grasp.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-4718614938386592628</id><published>2017-03-12T14:10:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2020-10-04T19:20:23.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Awakening </title><summary type="text">

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The thunderstorm outside continued to send shudders throughout the structure. The old man could feel the enormity of what raged just outside, as the floor beneath his feet shook. The stick he held, steadied him as he examined the pavement, looking through a small window carved into the wall, trying to figure out who had turned up at his safe haven, because, he had heard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/4718614938386592628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/4718614938386592628?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/4718614938386592628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/4718614938386592628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2017/03/awakening.html' title='Awakening '/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyMYNWhgM4wK2b6wbxBOp15EGyBpLg91EjcMYvJKpzq5YfvZbmKGS2ZSkJSoleVKnBHg4tOUUng-KbI16HyarCEHj5wiQXS0CeUIrZLPl1kUB4jN6u112Tn8ysL-zmDyFmlV5IuNVW7jU/s72-c/IMG_3553.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-5275907217460145748</id><published>2017-03-05T18:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T21:41:07.411+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><summary type="text">

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The parting between the trees had revealed to her the existence of a structure that looked alien to her. The building that she saw had a pyramid-like structure placed on a rectangular base. On top of it, a metal ornament glistened as the last rays of the sun bounced off of it.
There was no path that led her directly to the building where she could seek shelter for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/5275907217460145748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/5275907217460145748?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/5275907217460145748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/5275907217460145748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2017/03/the-parting-between-trees-had-revealed.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjqemg2iRaeaYBezJ3ic4EOD3bWA1eGbz1U3GgzKYaGq0TXZQL1f8Tewi7e7BY-G1372Z3Zgt0AuVKrM4iECnPcntovnB1aHCVc6HiShj531lhV-vs3nhK1AW3cllIdY9WEZPRvVi3GAg/s72-c/IMG_8544.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-8629654612653312904</id><published>2016-11-18T21:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T21:42:46.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><summary type="text">





The forest lay bare, facing the receding specs of light from the playful sun that hid so often behind the dark blue clouds drifting slowly together to conglomerate to completely obscure it and bring the wrath of thunderstorm upon the forest underneath which now lies the ruins of a great city.
The silence that the forest now soaked in was only broken by the muffled footsteps that dared not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/8629654612653312904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/8629654612653312904?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/8629654612653312904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/8629654612653312904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2016/11/the-forest-lay-bare-facing-receding.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_pr4tI51X-Rx8rKpObsPfU7D45RJDbajfiF16JWKPBWI9f_Kg0YCl_vkNHbb5Hyx90ZQvkTSCbqS49r5Fb8MeVW3f2yiDIvuKChJs_jkZlGMq40L0FGoK4rJD0caYFkzTBF3pmYDyto/s72-c/IMG-20160709-WA0003.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-2219632448880636396</id><published>2016-04-14T03:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T21:44:26.077+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Hum</title><summary type="text">



The tap dripped slowly, the cold water from it softly landed onto the scalp of our protagonist, who lay spread-eagled and motionless, hugging the floor as an old friend did upon a chanced meeting.
Every hair on his body stood up, craving for heat to keep him alive. His bloodshot eyes stayed focused upon a distant point on the wall, as if it contained the secrets pivotal for his existence.
The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/2219632448880636396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/2219632448880636396?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/2219632448880636396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/2219632448880636396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2016/04/the-hum_14.html' title='The Hum'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuv8iSH-gxRXUlGsMdAXEJNwb0L5wUIaPDk6fDbw9cUl_eNh7evHYFylqEHR81i-XZOIER3wW1ule6jDP10wZHobr8XqNkOzY2VJKInyRSPhMWcCSwW6EPZcmn-_916F4iXRuLKspHo-M/s72-c/DSC_0854.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-7576333786526439057</id><published>2016-02-14T12:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T21:47:10.107+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anesthetized Reality</title><summary type="text">



His hand was going numb. He was slipping away, slowly, he looked up, and the sun was shining but it got hazy as rapidly as he was losing consciousness. He could hear muffled words being uttered, he hoped there were people around him, he hoped they would revive him if he slipped away.
As he lost control of it all, darkness invaded, like the proverbial king, followed by his horsemen. He lost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/7576333786526439057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/7576333786526439057?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/7576333786526439057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/7576333786526439057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2016/02/anesthesia.html' title='Anesthetized Reality'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDT-yPijjPdVrSBKbgyJ_oRK_Nun8VgBi7PImkaS0p2wnOjfH_SCIYMtagF2MErnjz9Jy4BYjPnT3R6s07GzaApyW4adIo886lQNStDfx5R1c9kjcG8_-vOBrhVOALHtzcdMq426GKC4/s72-c/IMG_9007-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-2672448311351986463</id><published>2016-01-28T01:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T21:48:56.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Oblivion</title><summary type="text">



Have you ever wondered, how nothingness has any significance in this universe?
How nothingness actually makes absolute sense when viewed with the right perspective?

People fail to recognize the beauty of nothingness. It is nothingness that we sprang from, and nothingness that we shall end in, it is nothingness that all of the cosmos is surrounded with, it is nothingness that brings you the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/2672448311351986463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/2672448311351986463?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/2672448311351986463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/2672448311351986463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-oblivion.html' title='The Oblivion'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0TR5hMw7iD450jlHz2Zx7ZvLj3vAtp6Tk-bJvJSSV0Ylp5zA5pT5OJk6WF2SZb1fnwXoXJz2IhAGQsaIAIsJipsivjRJunAGRBU9QNIKB7R2IEb2WxE8PFG5_CmNjURV9r5XqQhIKYA/s72-c/IMG_20160128_000506_HDR.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-4826088982708395115</id><published>2016-01-21T22:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T21:50:44.155+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Dance Of Fire</title><summary type="text">



He was sitting there, patiently waiting to be summoned anytime now! He does not know who his summoner is or what is the purpose for him out there, out in the great unknown.

He was waiting for the strike, he was waiting for the friction to ignite it all! All he said to himself was,&quot; you are a performer&quot;.
He sat there, thinking, contemplating how long he has to be in here before his summoner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/4826088982708395115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/4826088982708395115?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/4826088982708395115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/4826088982708395115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-dance-of-fire.html' title='The Dance Of Fire'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9lgPhdmKhU7Fxk7Hs13DBLXNu8PIgP3P5GUQxgE9E19qglcL-QrR5lriyjXRSbYoDLnAug3fdct8rpP_voUuJWduP9ys5z5Mejb6Hc58BN760CqwLIz_jTVmg76ej_tiT5d-dtuynMFk/s72-c/IMG_8715.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-4647309679938077298</id><published>2016-01-19T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T21:52:13.317+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Dew </title><summary type="text">




It was, indeed, an amazing morning, the cool breeze swept across the urban settlement that I was a part of. I could feel the pollutants hit my face, I felt the need for fresh air. Something that is quite hard to find, but I knew just the place. I took my bicycle out, peddled across all those familiar suburban encroachments of what once was a beautiful city.&amp;nbsp;

My destination was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/4647309679938077298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/4647309679938077298?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/4647309679938077298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/4647309679938077298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2016/01/it-was-indeed-amazing-morning-cool.html' title='The Dew '/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4tKRHoM9rhWv1HTFke2Qvb7znvEst27cS9dnEeyL-AmSSV5EAqEmFLta9IoWDoOku21Y9hgORWHMAPkItpCqu59BJYBHgK1fvTW5z03tP5FYctiKIQqMmexK6gsH3t_3xXtpPkxgaO4/s72-c/IMG_5363.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-3441443447020445226</id><published>2016-01-16T20:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T21:57:09.888+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The White Blanket</title><summary type="text">



The car tugged slowly up the hill as I sat in the back seat, looking out of the window, looking at the rooftops turning to dots, the huge roads of the city becoming just a line. The horizon widening after every hairpin bend we cross, and slowly there was fog creeping in between as we rose higher and higher.

I sat there dazzled at the beauty of all the tiny spots and lines woven into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/3441443447020445226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/3441443447020445226?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/3441443447020445226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/3441443447020445226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-car-tugged-slowly-up-hill-as-i-sat.html' title='The White Blanket'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVRWc4o1AqAvBj92OLYQjO0oTNrbbyIWCKQk02mvCyTbd4f8XTB8dzntQZODoTwvczNdkn23Now_K0zGBfs9ubANVwWjy8KeBpN7qrYSmdkYNDEcZKALMD9uQNizdlTnWGEgTGr8pP0-U/s72-c/IMG_20151026_171013.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-7096096351463062087</id><published>2016-01-15T02:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T21:58:54.373+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Haze</title><summary type="text">




As the train moved across the countryside, he put his head to the window, the drug coursing through his veins finally had his brain cut off from the rest of the body and he felt time slow down.
As he looked through the window, he saw a glowing ball of flame descend through the sky. It was hazy. But he could figure out that the glowing ball was just the sun. As he rests his head on the cold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/7096096351463062087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/7096096351463062087?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/7096096351463062087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/7096096351463062087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-haze.html' title='The Haze'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3UAc-1GRkaubGuQxWX3eXorFPWTFxuJLv8YvLcjhUz-5vr1mMfFEQm9RO0E7piKg0RVN6Fyb6pQ_V6pfcvwovcBD7q73BEtVwXY_8jvQBoqD8lkv1uECRipyIFxrLvtse5N3iVrB16QU/s72-c/IMG_8689.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-4457726641993187493</id><published>2016-01-15T01:48:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T22:01:47.902+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Threshold</title><summary type="text">




The world, as we know, is divided. We, humans, put up boundaries everywhere, claiming ownership of what&#39;s within but we never realise how crude and absurd is the idea of such boundaries, be it walls or fences!

We put up fences everywhere, around our house, around our locality, around our country. Even worse, we put up boundaries in our minds, curtailing our flow of thoughts. We think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/4457726641993187493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/4457726641993187493?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/4457726641993187493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/4457726641993187493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-threshold.html' title='The Threshold'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1t2ZfYycYGjR5X9kQczFkIDrF7hyphenhyphen_LJFIqzOKvukKBsFFxLvQcLg3OlXMKWmxL0DygXPgnVHGON2ljNsTBkN7-ewp5o9OayfHGFJOquJMbhkpvVZ0XgRC6ZSBoWsn_Z-0HoSd9n8AQg/s72-c/IMG_4061.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-3142700337532180069</id><published>2016-01-15T01:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T22:02:54.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Satellite</title><summary type="text">



How many of you look up in the sky? When was the last time you glimpsed the only natural satellite that we have?

Growing up has us bound to a certain set of realities, we live in these realities that depress us, kick us and even demotivate us. These realities have swallowed us, thus we forget to look up. To look up at the sky, at the vast infinity, and to realize we are just a speck of dust,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/3142700337532180069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/3142700337532180069?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/3142700337532180069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/3142700337532180069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-lone-satellite.html' title='The Lone Satellite'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3jnaU2SzbtDQX6qXLBLpGoPcJvFA65pY_epPPzdmva8BigdlF2uB0dC15Jz9tW6Qfog4lAgt60khYAyGY5NCzi_NqBJ9TdNzqE3RRXIHp06GljQSJMxbbiB27_l5B8ys1HUp0DxWkbE/s72-c/IMG_6039.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-3533004777854600942</id><published>2016-01-15T01:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T22:04:23.505+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of Matchstick</title><summary type="text">



A matchstick. A simple commodity that has so many uses. It has the ability to light up the darkness. It also has the ability to light up the death stick! It could just stay in the cardboard that it is packed in.&amp;nbsp;
Or...simply burn a whole forest down.&amp;nbsp;
And that&#39;s exactly why, my friend,&amp;nbsp; I am afraid of all that man considers puny.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

Photography by&amp;nbsp;Peeyusha
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/3533004777854600942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/3533004777854600942?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/3533004777854600942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/3533004777854600942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-power-of-matchstick.html' title='The Power Of Matchstick'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNWBeBHlTJA4AXhjKJfNt-Mn0rAmAr1tOj_8zaS_AmQoWFtY7tvzfyJloindOCYRKB9Z2H1tBLWlXfIM3RbUi6i3KEoOARmE8mdFyrUQpllmLTUzHV0gIdk4u55ZQRvbWPuZ6jbFRfyU/s72-c/IMG_20150204_150225.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604932562646599164.post-3872672889338641592</id><published>2015-12-17T22:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2018-09-29T22:05:29.914+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Ancient Element</title><summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 

It really amuses me how, we, human beings, developed from the depths of the ocean along with all creatures here on earth.

we developed so differently from the rest, we learnt all the way up the evolution ladder while they just survived and adapted. We did the survival and adaptation part too, but the most pivotal evolution that happened in us was our capacity to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/feeds/3872672889338641592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7604932562646599164/3872672889338641592?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/3872672889338641592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604932562646599164/posts/default/3872672889338641592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://sojourn1123.blogspot.com/2015/12/it-really-amuses-me-how-we-human-beings.html' title='The Ancient Element'/><author><name>Just Another Informer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09707354317303045367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tFM2qrGWWcdBdtVF65w-JTuNWLQD9MAC8ixvnIddzZ2UhkENCDJ-hE6eShfwXvF3uB6CR3vNwaT0zc-b4F0fdOr_ZFpg4oT0KOBW6vDuoxN3FcyTUZ_Hcz2NXmK0iw/s113/FB_IMG_1452776187385.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmvDDjJVqxUooeiPHifb1loFgX4uK8B29Ud_OeNnHnyhyphenhyphen0dlylab8OflMefEa7ftUTS8Hb_kqOsdh6h8U-RcHDEiqt9EXPZgG7zmCeZTZEom1ldrer7jZ-8XofHuQCJ1n6iA_yOymyre4/s72-c/IMG_20150226_195209.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>