A story can be real or imaginary, simple or complex. But, they all seem to have one thing in common, an end. But, is that true? Is there truly an ending to any story? Or is it a parameter that has been forced upon us to believe, like everything else. Ever since the creation of everything from nothing, a story has begun and is still being written in boundless of cosmic pages and invisible books all in complete chaos without a foreseeable end. We are mere characters of this greater story with a few incomplete stories of our own. This is a personal blog of such incomplete stories that I share with the characters that I come across in my life, from time to time, making jumps completely random to increase the chaos.
“Here we go. Randomness, randomness”