how many couples sat on this bench?now intertwined, now tied in knots.was the heart red, now painted black?they untangled ropes to choose a shape. now intertwined, now tied in knotsthey saw happiness on other shoresthey untangled ropes to choose a shapethey built a bridge to cross the sea they saw happiness on other shores,reinventing life, … Continue reading Plundering Rainbows
your self-worth is not in your inbox,nor those glances of approvalyou will win the race on light feet,unshackled from expectations. Take time to stop and assess…Are you where you planned to be?Or beyond the realm of dreams,reached better destinations? Ready to jump off the cliff,egging on others to joinyou see valleys of happiness…It is not … Continue reading I got an idea out of the blue
“An unfinished story invites. It gives everyone the liberty to complete it as they like.” Henry’s words keep haunting me as I browse through his incomplete manuscript. Unfinished structures welcome every new brick or stone. They reach completion but not in the manner as perceived in the beginning. I call the publisher. “If this book … Continue reading Unfinished
“House-house was the most popular game in my childhood. I had no choice but to play as per preference of my playmates. It was better than isolation. I was often castigated and rebuked because I showed a marked preference for administrative and going-out tasks rather than cooking, cleaning and laundry.” “The story has not changed … Continue reading Wisdom
“The glare was blinding. I stopped in my tracks ….” “And you reached nowhere?” “I am now here. A window opened in the sky, and a resounding voice asked me to change tracks.” “A window in the sky? Whom are you kidding?” “I’ll show you a pic.” “So, there was a camera lurking somewhere?” “There … Continue reading It’s not Friday yet
Those pages make a story for sure, but all are not written by me. How ridiculous is it to say, that I’m not the author of my own life? Am I blaming others for failure, or giving them credit for undeserved success? Maybe, I happened to be at the right place at the time to … Continue reading Whose story?
There’s an unprecedented chill in the air, and the ground beneath his feet is unusually cold. “Why are you roaming barefoot in this weather, young lad?” The old man’s voice breaks his reverie. The whiff of perfume, swish of a silk scarf, charm of a smile and beauty of a face is firmly in the … Continue reading Infatuation
Have I really been here before? Is it a scene from the last five novels I binge-read? I recall wanting to be there, and rewriting the plot in my style. The place has so much potential - in the mind, on earth or under water. Shadows creep in on me, telling me a very old … Continue reading Deja Vu or Veja Du?
I’m happy that I survived the churning of the washing machine, my insides being squeezed out to enable quick drying. Finally, I see sunlight…. not just in the balcony, but in the eyes of my friend who is ready to cuddle me once again. After all, I’m his only confidante. I know that his teacher … Continue reading Squeezed
What separates us now is a hazy veilignorance, misunderstanding or a vile gamewe don't see eye-to-eye, distrust prevailsvision is not lost, but it's not the same ignorance, misunderstanding or a vile gamethe knife in my back hurts, it's intense painvision is not lost, but it's not the sameI've learnt my lessons, so no tears reign … Continue reading Veil
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