I was tidying my closet and discovered a bundle of undelivered letters and a diary with pages after pages filled with bleeding words, skillfully tied together with a black ribbon. I untied it. The cover of the diary had a very short but powerful scribbled note: Dear Future self, I do not think I will … Continue reading I loved you
A love affair in a toy store I fell in love with a beautiful dressing table as soon I laid my eyes on it. It was half my size and had a tiny door. The shopkeeper must have followed the sparkle in my eyes, he brought it close to me and opened the tiny door … Continue reading My mother
A week ago, I was having a cup of coffee in a random coffee shop when I saw two people talking to each other. What is remarkable about two people having a cup of coffee and talking? Nothing and yet it inspired a whole series of unintentional events. Their conversation was drowned by the geographical … Continue reading Harry Potter and other random things!
I had a recent conversation with a friend and it had me thinking about how I was framing you and how hurtful it was. How’s your love life? I don’t have a love life Why? Uhh! You still love that bastard! I cringed at this word. Master or bastard? I was burning in the fire … Continue reading 1046 days – an open letter to the beloved
I like to time travel whenever I doubt my existence. Whenever I want to see myself as a whole again, to feel enriched by what I had seen, felt, heard and gone through. Last night, I found myself time-travelling again, going through my memory box, memory folder, memory albums, memory books, just a lot of … Continue reading Intimate ink and strong bonds!
"Watch the sunrise” has been on my to-do-before-I-die list for a very long time. My excuse was that life was happening. And of course, it was, but still, it was not good enough to not witness one of the absolutely majestic displays of nature. I had recently gained some confidence in my adventurous explorations and in that … Continue reading I found gold!
As I peeped out of the front seat, I saw you holding onto the bars of the school gate with your tiny hands while crying your eyes out. I was driven home. You did not want to be separated from me. You were 5. I was 7. As we grew up, you became an integral … Continue reading Dear Sister