The Absurd Struggles of a Writer

When I told my mother that I wanted to be a writer, I expected some kind of disagreement. She was not very delighted but she wasn’t angry either. I got a modest and an are-you-sure okay and soon we both forgot about it. Somehow, sluggishly, I finished college and I obtained a degree that said... 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 →

I don’t miss home,

Of course I don’t miss home, Though it’s cold out here but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I miss the warmth. Of course I don’t miss home, Yes, I confess that the green bed of my dorm, The matching duvets and pillows aren’t as somniferous as the violet hues of my room, The humongous pin... 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 →

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