How not to book your International Flight Tickets – A ray of hope

Part - I Part - II Part - III The gloomiest day ever. I tried to divert my attention by watching people, reading a bit, writing a bit, eating little and mostly weeping my heart out in a way that nobody noticed. Morning, Noon, Evening. I wish time had passed as quickly as these three... Continue Reading →

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How not to book your International Flight Tickets – The Shock therapy

Part - I Part - II Despite the heavy rains outside, somehow it was just me in the whole airport who had been so visibly affected by it. After having relieved my bladder and changed my clothes at the washroom, I engaged in yet another interesting conversation with the attendant inside. She told me how... 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 →

The Two Parallel Lines

“Hello ladies, my name is Charles and I will be your waiter tonight,”he says in his slightly accented posh English. We like Charles already. After all, being addressed as a lady is a rare thing. We try to return his “Hello” with equal charm. Can’t tell if we succeeded but we don’t have time to... Continue Reading →

Things that I don’t understand – IV

Fluid mechanics. Office politics. And heart Black holes. Black-heads. What existed before big bang. And heart. X-men movie timeline, Donnie Darko and why I suck at receiving compliments. Complex philosophical theories. The Tree of Life movie. And my procrastinating habits. I glance at my phone again. Its screen is plain black with light reflecting through... Continue Reading →

Infinity Loop

The other side of the dream lies another dream lies another clean slate that you need to start scribbling on - Infinity loop According to my disoriented head And according to my head high with hope I am just in a bad mood. The other side of dream lies new sets of insecurities, More shit... 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 →

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