By Suresh Pattali
Once upon a time, I called myself Chaotic Soul. And my first virtual home was aptly named so to define my persona truthfully. The only constant in my life was chaos. Life was meaningless without a minimum amount of mess, whether my own or borrowed. In most cases, I did not create them. Chaos came to me, like a moth to a flame. I lived in my virtual cocoon that had a signboard forewarning prospective visitors, “Come in carefully. Do not trip over carcasses of chaos.” Continue reading When a friend I haven’t met calls
