Phantasm

I dread the time to relive the living nightmare of the past. The being smeared with the macabre odour has once again redeemed itself from the oblivion. After the departure from the la-la land, the Weltschmerz shimmers and fills the stratosphere with a melancholic patina. With the maverick starts to reforms itself from the pit of Tartarus, its unorthodox blackmailing signified by the fustian karma conjugated with the sardonic sneer will halt any exorcists from expunge the purity of the abyss of darkness. The surfacing of vicious circle in the midst of our lebensraum has given birth to the ripple effect that threatens to drag all of us into the cauldron of turmoil and the maelstorm of unease. The only viable option is to secure the most powerful arithmetic sigil for the sealing of the imminent incantation. I wish it were only that simple. The traditional saturnalia is now sadly curtailed to a minuscule function. The argosy of bliss has a gulf between now and then. The modicum of cenobite

The Kite Runner is a bildungsroman that details the peregrination of Amir from childhood towards adulthood. The protagonist becomes the impeccable juxtaposition of justice and injustice, the struggle of humanity to slalom along the continuum of the best and the worst. The battle to uphold justice has encroached upon the territories of the families, peers, countries and self. In his endeavour to obtain paean from Baba, the fatherly figure and the lodestar worshipped by many of the society in a small vicinity in Afghanistan, Amir has thread upon the cauldron that brews injustice by being a spectator to the ordeal of his servant, Hassan who is coerced into an anal sexual intercourse by Assef and the gang. The nebulous apparition of pride has led a desperate young child to treat a docile person as a guilty pleasure with the ramification of having a double life that honours brethren in private while hinting noli me tangere towards the closest person in the public. The desperate heart to gl