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Recycled Pain
History and Story
Sheena was a gift from God to her mother, who had been childless for five years after her marriage at the ripe young age of 18, and was being lambasted for infertility. Her mother’s position was precarious as her maternal grandfather told her she would be welcome back home, only if she visited with her … Continue reading History and Story
Three Believers
The celebrity conducting a famed chat show is flummoxed by the same photograph placed in the offices of three of her interviewees. Could there be a connection? Anaita, a Parisian model; Sandy, a startup founder in Silicon Valley; and Saraswati, a Professor of Psychology at an international university, conducting classes in India. The research team … Continue reading Three Believers
Remains
The city flows in my bloodstream. How do I separate this from my being? It has loved, hated, mocked, and accepted me, driving me towards different points at different times. I lost track of my destination as I sprinted across the roads to meet the day's target. Meanwhile, the city tiptoed through my being, transforming … Continue reading Remains
When the clouds came to meet
When the clouds came to meet me,I greeted them with blooms.Grey veils pressed against my horizon,heavy with silence,Yet each petal I offered was a small defiance-a whisper of colour against the blues. The storm lingered, but its weight thinned,like sorrow dissolving into memoryHope did not arrive as lightning,but as a steady clearing:a sky learning to … Continue reading When the clouds came to meet
A Million Suns
The million suns that I birthedwith my transparencyleave meas dusk gathers on the horizonand the Moon jostles for spacewith the starsto be scatteredseen and felt I am the platformthat multiplies visibilityI let the sky overcomelimitations of intangibilityand touch worlds beyond horizonswith a fractal presence the joy of being transformedwith insights is all minethe worlds that … Continue reading A Million Suns
Forward
stairways of desire, Ferrari-led dreams,maps traversed by wheels and wingseach step a pulse of motion,each passage a door unlatched. And yet— in the backyard of sunlight,smiles bloom like budding stars,reminding me:every step was an achievement,every choice a completed orbit. No regrets,only the quiet refusal to retrace the path already sung. Screenshot What Do You See … Continue reading Forward
Where do shoes belong?
I’m impressed by the opulent interiors of the house. The hosts are equally eager to flaunt their wealth. The unusual décor that catches my attention is a sneaker wall. The most expensive sneakers in the world are displayed on floating shelves. Some of them cost $2 million to $17 million. I wonder if the sneakers lend … Continue reading Where do shoes belong?
I bought a library
I bought a repository of thoughts-to internalisemake me wise-I fingered pages with loveburnt eyesight at midnightand yet… The wise refused to speakwith my unsteady voice-dedication discarded-devotion ignoredborrowed words jumped backinto trembling amber flames I burnt the libraryto light up my soul-nurture usurped thoughtsto blend with my own-patch up broken piecesemerge as a whole I cast … Continue reading I bought a library
Someone Somewhere
Someone is watching us. Stop hallucinating. Infighting creates a bigger problem for us than external forces. We are humanoids and were designed to be above human weaknesses. We are also endowed with higher perception powers than humans, and an alarm bell is ringing somewhere inside me. A Mechanical hand extended itself and hit the pause … Continue reading Someone Somewhere
