
[f] I suffered because I cared too much for him. I got hurt because I protected him. I ignored my feelings because I wanted him to be happy. In the end I got blamed for being egoistic because it became too much. But still I love him even if he hates me. Isn't that the curse of being family? Not telling them how much you suffered for his happiness and not tell him what you did even if he blames you? Isn't that what makes you family? Is it a gift or a curse? It depends on yourself and your

What is Philosophy? Is it the exclusive domain of those who dream in abstract? Or is it the manifestation of the struggle of those who practice in material? Does it originate in the minds of professors like a Ganges flowing out from the hair-locks of "Lord" Shiva? Or is it rustic and puerile, evolving into maturity through the experiences of common men. I started writing philosophy without actually knowing that I was writing one. To start with, it was an outlet to project my

[f] I suffered because I cared too much for him. I got hurt because I protected him. I ignored my feelings because I wanted him to be happy. In the end I got blamed for being egoistic because it became too much. But still I love him even if he hates me. Isn't that the curse of being family? Not telling them how much you suffered for his happiness and not tell him what you did even if he blames you? Isn't that what makes you family? Is it a gift or a curse? It depends on yourself and your

What is Philosophy? Is it the exclusive domain of those who dream in abstract? Or is it the manifestation of the struggle of those who practice in material? Does it originate in the minds of professors like a Ganges flowing out from the hair-locks of "Lord" Shiva? Or is it rustic and puerile, evolving into maturity through the experiences of common men. I started writing philosophy without actually knowing that I was writing one. To start with, it was an outlet to project my