Fiction Friday-Remembering Camus!

My son had brought me here. It was quite a long time ago. My joints didn't know what arthritis was back then. Lately, the pain defined them. It was around this time of the year, though which year and on what date, are the details that had escaped me. The one thought that I could…

On Imagining Sisyphus Happy =D

Too brave to die; Too coward to be alive, I am Sisyphus, with my stone. Can’t despair; can’t hope. Not knowing, not aware, Still conscious of the flavors I devour. One thing I tell you; Once and for all. My decisions- all two of them, Do not concern me or my soul. Sisyphus (the stone…