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 […]Read more "Fire down in my Soul"
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 […]Read more "We do not perish"
The deeper you go, the harder it gets (pun not intended). I came to realise why I didn’t want to know other people, especially men. For a very long time, I chose to believe that I didn’t, because I wasn’t interested. That there isn’t any reason for any association, thence I stayed away. Concertedly. And […]Read more "The timing is perfect, it’s just that we aren’t."
It was a nice clear morning, I was well rested and for a change, felt in good terms with life. I tidied my room and made myself some tea. The day picked up speed, I got dressed and was ready to leave for work. Brimming with new strategies and exciting ideas I turned on the […]Read more "Wrong forever on the throne"
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 […]Read more "What makes us want to write?"
The part that’s scary, is that there is no escape plan. You don’t get to pull an emergency cord or shatter the glass on a fire extinguisher when it gets “too much”. That’s why its scary. It’s exhilaratingly scary. Love doesn’t understand or recognise risk analysis or pros vs cons. I became a dreamer. A […]Read more "The Panic Cord"
I saw the bus leave. I ran behind it as if my life depended on it. And in many ways, it did. My brain went dead, stricken by panic, I frantically called my father who was in the bus. Busy with the luggage and payment, he paid no attention to his phone. The bus had […]Read more "Stranded"