Grave O Grave! How is it that you, being the all same, still are so different. Everywhere and every time, you are carrying the dead...

He was just fired. Sitting in the corner of the café with his head down, he was thinking, mulling his predicament, his brief rendezvous with

Looking at those eyes fixed on the bottle of milkshake in my hand, I wondered to decide my action, ‘Does he need it?’ The very next...

This project is an acknowledgement that has been long-awaited. It has been a long that I have stayed in the confines of my middle-class...

PPAI embarks upon a philosophical journey into our everyday experiences with this blog. Remembering Socrates’ words that ‘an unexamined...