You sit there huddled in a corner, silent tears rolling down your cheeks as yet another fight breaks out. I see your pupils dilated with fear, I hear your heart racing. You watch them helplessly and I watch you. Something holds me back from approaching you. You wipe your tears … Continue Reading
‘I’ am just ‘You’ away from my glory
I write about you but keep you nameless. For you were a person who covered herself in this eerie shroud of mystery. I write a raunchy plot which will jump about in time.
Here, I write a eulogy.
I gaze at someone … Continue Reading
The Avengers, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, with powers rivalling gods and an actual one. They seem unbothered by the ‘puny’ problems of unremarkable mortals, after all, what problem could befall a superhero?
The Hulk or Dr Bruce Banner, your everyday scientist turned “enormous green rage monster”, is a textbook example of… Continue Reading
As a young girl of six, I discovered a desire to be the most liked person in the room. I adored the praise, and I wished to sustain it for the rest of my life. I then found myself a foolproof template to follow; I would be the sanskaari one, … Continue Reading
Everyone has certain thought processes, specific rituals, habits, and practices heavily embedded into their systems. They can differ from person to person; some may be harmless, while others can even alter the way you order your coffee in the morning.
There was once this little girl. Sparkle in her eyes, … Continue Reading
One of the modern era’s most unconventional yet impactful protest songs, “This is America” by Donald Glover, aka, Childish Gambino suggests a story of blood-soaked redemption and torment. As playful as it sounds, the track steers one down into the dark interiors of American politics and leaves the listener waiting … Continue Reading
She was tired, her feet swollen from all the weight she had been carrying around. The last 9 months had been a rollercoaster, quite literally, considering how nauseous she felt all the time. The highs were incredible, and the lows, painful; maybe it had more to do with than just … Continue Reading
“I had all then most of you
Some and now none of you”
I saw you at the end of the street, a soft glow radiating, and it was as though you were calling me – a birdsong composition from you to me. You stood and waited steady as a … Continue Reading