Weltanschauung

 the joker's ink for the queen Time stopped, yet my heart raced yesterday. Under those little lights and the cloudless moonlit sky. A smile of excitement and a shiver of jollity ran through my spine, As I rode alongside my friend to a place which I call the New Abode of mine.   Me driving, her sitting behind, was subtly stated as chauvinistic by her. And in front of her jitters of laughter, my arguments had to surrender. Her profound eyes, impeccable zeal, and kind heart are what I adore, To the ocean of words of mine, her eyes are the most devoured shore.   She doesn’t read any, especially of mine, until asked for, But this perfidy is something for which I will dearly implore. Numerous drops of ink of mine have been for her, For unknown yet beautiful reasons, my stringent pen lets this larceny occur.   A glimpse of her eyes pulls the right chords in me, After that, via my pen, these wonderous thoughts flee. As a writer, I devour per...

The Paradox of Unanimity It was May the 25th,1993. The town of Idar-Oberstein in Germany had just witnessed the most gruesome murder of a 62-year-old woman. Even after a series of rigorous and stringent investigations, the police were only able to collate futile shreds of evidence, pointless allegations, and a DNA sample whose analysis professed the murderer was a woman. This was just the beginning of the most tormenting case that would plague the minds of the citizens for decades to come. A serial killer on loose, whose unquenchable thirst for blood and impeccable stealth had thwarted the German police. Murders at different places at different times and to one’s astonishment the recurrence of the same futile DNA evidence, sometimes to be found in a kitchen drawer or on a pillowcase. It was a puzzle that engorged as and when more pieces were found, yet none fell in place. People became dearly cautious as the word spread, and they started coming up with numerous theories. To the commo...