What happens is not actually the thing happening. Real
things hide behind the opacity of fakeness. Fakeness which is as widespread as
the emptiness in my heart, which is the thread that stitches your incidences
together and you begin to believe in the dogma called life.
Aqib Sabir, twenty-two, is an
engineering graduate and hails from a small industrial town, Richha, in Uttar
Pradesh. He rejected an engineering job offer because he believes his life is
meant for understanding and creating art which he says he realized only after
graduating. He also hopes to become a professor and teach English literature. Born to a father who
is also an Urdu poet,
he himself writes Urdu poetry. Some of his poetry has been published in an
anthology called Wordwine. He currently
lives in Noida.