WARM YELLOW LIGHT

“..but why do people have to leave when they come closer?,” Tara asks. “They detach. Or maybe you are right, they leave.” “Is it supposed to work that way?” “Not everyone experiences pain the same way you do, Tara.” “But, but why?” “You see all these people, Tara? All these not-so-different kind of people who…

DEAR RANDALL PEARSON

I write this to you with all smiles, Randall. I would want you to know that this is not a usual thing for me- to write to TV series characters and tell them things. But you are an exception. You flew into my life all charisma and panache, with a cape traiting in your wake….

BEING A WRITER

What is it like being a writer? Do they only write when they are sad? Are they genuinely always that upset? Have they actually experienced all that they write? How do they manage to remember every detail? Okay, you know how muggles don’t get what it is like being a wizard? And how crazy people…

WHAT IF

What if we were still friends who spoke occasionally Not lovers who were not meant to be What if I’d never got goosebumps when we first met No blood rush inside, no jumping butterflies What if we didn’t tie our strings so strong So I could blame the fate with cheating for so long What…

THE THROBBING PAIN

Everything is pitch dark. You’re hit hard in the head. The attack causes dizziness, vertigo and confusion. Eventually, your speech is slurred. You cannot concentrate. The attack leaves you completely debilitated. Worst than anything. The pain is so intense that you feel you might pass out. But somehow, you don’t. Cruelly, there is no escape….

A LETTER TO LIFE

Dear life I write this as a 21 year old adult, but every time I think of our journey, I am still a little baby girl (even though my Id-card says otherwise). I hope you know that I have loved you every mile down this road. All the more when you cooked up reasons for…

WHY DO WE MISS PEOPLE?

That’s because we wish to belong to the past. We become nostalgic and the things of the past begin to bring back the memories of the happy times. Yet, its not the people whom we miss, it’s the moments spent with them that we long for. We miss the split seconds when our eyes spoke…

SHE

She was a kid at heart; at the same time unspeakably mature. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the winds blow out, out, far out to the seas. She did not say much. Not because she had nothing…

THE UNWELCOMED VISITOR

Off bad health and back to work! Since Delhi’s health report card is not faring well this season, my family was also at stake. I truly and dearly empathize with each one of you suffering in pain. The past ten days of my life were miserable. Amidst all the thermometer, medicines and the pills, home…

365 Days

09.08.16. I am happy. I am proud. I wanna say it loud! What started off as a result of mere boredom has now become my long lost interest. Who knew I would end up taking it so seriously! I don’t really stick to anything for so long. But I did this, I stuck by it….