A Writer's Refuge;
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 →
Out there underneath the setting sun, stands a brightly painted yellow and green tri-wheeled vehicle shamelessly exposing the sponge beneath its disheveled and wounded seat. This injury, being too neglected and way down the priority list for a first aid, doesn’t deter the rickshaw from flaunting off the poster of blue-eyed Sonakshi Sinha at its... Continue Reading →
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 →
I like to travel a lot. And in my day dreams I do travel a lot. However, in reality I haven't traveled as much as I want to or I want myself to want to because- A. I am lazy. B. I am not very comfortable traveling alone. ( And my friends aren't always... Continue Reading →
