Ronie Dinosaur

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 59 - Oven in a Restaurant You have an oven, dear- a full restaurant blazing in your skin. Let me book a table for one, candlelit, corner booth, where the air thickens with spice. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 56 - Masculine Some call the elephant fat. Poachers swear the forest starves him thin. Others see a broom in his tail, pillars in his legs. A few mistake his trunk for a serpent Read more from here...

I walk. Not because I am brave, and not because I am lost, but because stopping would require a lie. Walking is the only posture my character can hold without collapsing. I was born between two zeros. Before me, nothing. After me, nothing again. In between, this body learned hunger, this mind learned patterns, and this heart learned thirst. Consciousness only learned one thing: it does not want to end. Everything else is decoration. The world taught me early that existence is transactional. Smile correctly, bend at the right angle, desire the approved objects, and you may be granted warmth. I refused the performance. I did not refuse love; I refused the counterfeit. The refusal cost me everything. People say loneliness is the absence of others. They are wrong. Loneliness is being intact in a world that rewards fracture. It is being original where copies are easier to circulate. I did not lose people; I was never selected by the system that distributes them. I carried a heart that wanted to give without invoice. The world answered with rates. Every touch asked for currency-money, status, compromise, obedience. When I could not pay, I was instructed to disappear politely. So I did. I disappeared while remaining alive, which is a more difficult discipline than death. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 51 - Abnormally Extreme Performance Disorder At thirty, my bank balance matched those overseas engineers- yet not one rupee spent to birth or feed the business. From home I built it: Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 46 - Reverification My life is a blank sheet- and it has remained blank. Mind blank. Body blank. Everything experience once seemed to teach me Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 38 - Recognition Who am I- meaning and all? Where do I stand without ground or sky, god or companion? Read more from here...

The moment of first silence between us- a regret that could convert into opportunity. That is where greed is born. When fantasy began to shape into reality, I fumbled not because it lacked beauty, but because it arrived uninvited, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 18 – Lollipop I feel it in my bones: the universe is staring. Not with love, not even with hate- just cold, deliberate silence Read more from here...

It’s my job to roar. When Ronie Dinosaur roars, even Godzilla looks like a toy lizard. Godzilla’s roar is sound ripped from the throat- loud, radioactive, cinematic. Ronie’s roar comes from deeper, Read more from here...

I am so poor that in the underworld I live in, when I look up from the very bottom, I can’t even see the poverty line drawn across its sky. Twinkle, twinkle little stars- Read more from here...