The Rant about ‘The Long Night’

The latest episode of Game of Thrones was stunning, yes, but honestly, judging by the way they fought I wished they had all died. I wanted Night King to die but not in a single episode, not like this. Great work, Arya, epic scene but it seems the writers only cared about you. I wished... Continue Reading →

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A Brief Introspection on Blogging,

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 →

Should you get a Pixie Cut?

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 →

Lonely Bunch of Fuckers

Aren't we all lonely bunch of fuckers? Trying to hide from our own demons in each other's company, Trying to find our own selves in others, How does that even work? How does it even end? Our eternal search for eternal connection - something or someone who could save us from destroying ourselves. Aren't we... Continue Reading →

Fuckboys

You are beautiful, You are beautiful, almost, When you forget to sync sound to your thoughts, God I am soaking wet under your accented syllables (just the syllables?) Sometimes they make sense, Sometimes I forget to make sense out of them. You are beautiful, Really, in all your peculiarity, The hair falling on your forehead,... Continue Reading →

How’s life in England?

“So, how’s life in England?” My phone notifies me of yet another text bearing the same question I've heard daily since the past two months. And I am left wondering, yet again, how the hell do I answer this? How’s life in England? Each day, I wake up with a slight hangover because somehow I... Continue Reading →

A wasted vocabulary

Words give away, you know. The snitch. Ratting bastards. Force your detachment, a vehement denial or a secret acceptance for a fiction juxtaposed on a non-fiction and yet they would make the forbidden revelations anyway. Tell them not to and they would confess loudly and openly your hitherto secrets even before you could confess it to... Continue Reading →

An unnecessarily guilty glance

I  am waiting outside the juice shop, thirsty and tired, putting an enormous amount of expectation on a tiny glass of sugarcane juice that is yet to be served. My face is smeared  in pink and yellow and some other weird combinations. My arms are still tingling from what could have been a regretful sunburn after... Continue Reading →

The one about the smoker 

​I wouldn't be surprised if I forget you tomorrow but by continuing to write this I am contradicting the very first statement. Anyway, you know what - I am not a smoker but you might be the reason I might want to turn into one. Of course, you as a reason, aren't strong enough but... Continue Reading →

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