Fire down in my Soul

While working on her project on Environmental Studies, my ten-year-old little sister asked what the word ‘toxic’ meant. I looked up, and paused before I could answer. “It’s something harmful. Poisonous. Undesirable”, I said. It amazes me how today, things don’t seem as toxic to me as people do. I started to read her book […]

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We do not perish

I don’t cry when you scream at me anymore. I have started to find pleasure in seeing you crib in the kitchen. Every time you yelled at me when I was a little kid for every little thing, it broke my heart a little, every time. I hid in the kitchen and cried. And then […]

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What makes us want to write?

We read because its fulfils the need of quality content in our life. It helps us quench our thirst for information that we love to gather and discuss. Who doesn’t love to indulge in an unputdownable novel that takes you away from this rotten play of reality. Because sometimes the life of a protagonist seems […]

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A reflection

I stood in front of her. I stared right into her eyes. As if I was desperately looking for something. I noticed how less she blinked. I noticed those scars and those chapped lips. I observed how those auburn tresses, that used to be slicked back in a pony, were now tangled, dry and wild.  […]

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Don’t you mention it

When your mother mentions my name on the dining table just to know what I’ve been up to, or when you’re restless and awake every night as insomnia grasps your being, don’t mention it. When she asks you about me, take her out for a date, tell her that you love her. She’s not searching for […]

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