Ronie Dinosaur

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 66 - Volume Button I am not selling capsules or pills for immortality. I am doing my job. I am a philosopher. I do not want a volume button for my roar. If you find me boring, feel free to leave. Read more from here...

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 58 - Hungry Three decades ago- the desire: cute, innocent, love at first sight. The need rose from its crushing, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 57 - No Names Academic philosophers pursue named truths- polished, catalogued, bound in books. I know the unnamed: shadows without labels, 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 55 - Point of View I will not reply directly to any comments. Go ask the machine what I have written. Only when I hold value in your eyes- no longer just the underdog- Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 53 - The Tough Gets Going When the going gets tough, the tough gets going. After time has stripped everything bare- possessions, people, illusions- that’s when, in the thick of depression, 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 50 - Being The beauty of reality lies in its truth- in being, in existing- not in presentation or appearance. He had beauty, yet the world outside the palace Read more from here...