Ronie Dinosaur

Title - Compound Isolation Childhood passed in studies, adulthood in earning. Middle age slipped into philosophy and rehab- and old age will not come at all. I have seen the poor carry a king’s attitude, Read more from here...

Title - A Round Red Ball In Delhi city, Karol Bagh’s bustling roar, back in eighty-eight, before I knew the score, I was four-a tiny explorer, wide-eyed and small- when a bright red ball caught my heart in its thrall. It sparkled there on the shopkeeper’s shelf, Read more from here...

You’re my atta, my food to eat- every parent learns to use the child, fulfilling purpose through skin or feat, the reward they mean to keep. Of course, every bud must bloom a flower; they exploit every facet, every power. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 13 – The Bench That Outlived Me I had to live life and know it at once. The shepherd-god had centuries of silence for both. I had none. Time slid through my fingers like water, sand, coins, people, years: Read more from here...

From age 21 to 33 - twelve long years - I kept my body and my heart locked away from any woman. I didn't touch a single girl for twelve years. Now, at 42, I still have no girlfriend, no hand to hold, no voice that calls me hers - never had. I didn’t finish my degree, and I carried the debt of my parents’ favours - debts I had to repay, along with the blame of running away from my obligations. Still, I earned about 300,000 dollars in that time, without anyone investing a dime in me. Childhood vanished into studying for a future I never reached, and most of my youth burned up fulfilling duties that never fed my soul. I walked away from my studies because they no longer served my purpose - books couldn’t give me the emotional intelligence I needed to talk to a girl, to express myself, to be human in the ways that matter. Read more from here...