Once history whispered to me, ' I am a classic tale'. But I wonder, what if it's just a braid of surreal ideologies intertwined, braided, and finding the way out; while fate only allows it to be a single suggestive rhythm in the whole complex autonomy?

Like a sailor, history is just tracing the airflow to sail towards a shore but the horizon is not gentle enough to adjust its waves in the fiefdom of a settled rest. So is history cruel or the instincts of the surroundings are always the reason behind its dysfunction?

History is just a nest that has a place for all the beings with a certain particular existence & has taken the responsibility of maintaining their life traits.

In the end, this is how history has always served the world.

I want to ask - when we will escape the trajectory of the thought process which usually emphasizes historical dates as a suffocating dictionary? History is a small world allotted to each "mortal life" that ever existed. History has stabilized itself as such to eventually make a place where they can reflect on themselves after their dead flesh has been dedicated to a spiritual construction.

-Rishika Rathore @rishikaforreal