A Writer's Refuge;
I can't say I have not been writing. I have but not for this blog. Didn't even invite a guest writer in the meantime - if I can't write for my own blog, why should anyone else? The problem is not that I don't have anything to say. It's just that I have been thinking... Continue Reading →
He held his scissors and the comb in the other hand and asked, “Are you ready?” “Are you sure?” my hairdresser had asked me. This was five months ago. It was a different hair salon. My hairdresser was a trainee (read cheap haircut). My hair was almost waist length. “Yes, actually, I want it shorter.”... Continue Reading →
“To the girl sitting at the stairs, You are a fucking goddess.” ~Anonymous Gatwick Airport, London. A woman dressed in black was yelling at someone on her phone in Italian. I could filter out the swear words. And it appeared so could the little Spanish girl standing behind me in the check-in queue. ‘She just... Continue Reading →
Is to think about you, I search for the tiniest of our memories in the remotest corners of my heart stringing them along in a new narrative every day every night like a mini theater in my head, I watch the same films, same characters, same scenes, reach the same conclusion. My new hobby is... Continue Reading →
Fumes and mute conversations Red buses and red buildings Standing amidst Moving adrift Fenced by my earphones The lone star and I Solitude acknowledged in the sky.
Hope is that someday it would make sense Or maybe we'd to learn to accept the senselessness Hope is that someday we would find order in the chaos Or maybe we'd learn to deal with the high entropy What, when, why, how There's no ignoring There's no escaping Things happen; Painful ones, joyful ones, People... Continue Reading →
My eyes flick open again, Just as the sun wakes up, Just when the moon falls asleep, Too cold to step outside the blanket Too late not to. I gaze outside, tad bit drowsy, tad bit curious, tad bit joyous, tad bit furious. The buildings display quite an opposite effect of sunlight on them, Reverse... Continue Reading →
Our bus halts. There isn’t any bus stop in the immediate vicinity. I don’t notice it at first, still enjoying Dorayaki. We had dropped these Japanese pancakes on the bus floor while trying to open the packet. That hadn’t stopped us from eating them. We had picked them immediately and stuffed them into our mouths.... Continue Reading →
We were walking through the streets of London again, still thinking about Mochi. Our tongues craved for more but we were determined not to succumb to our perverse insatiable greed for this Japanese dessert. “Is today 12th?” Lee asked. “Yes,” I said checking my phone. “I am not sure, I need to check, but if... Continue Reading →
