Stepping through the corridor, entering through the main door, she puts her bag to the side and crashes herself onto the sofa. The tie of her hair comes loose, her feet go up on the table, and the remote gets picked off the cushion, channels switching mindlessly, one after another, going nowhere in particular. Nearly …
Boats rowing at the seashore, the evening sun drowning into the sea somewhere around the curve of the earth, surrendering its colors to the clouds on its way down. Watching it would give someone serenity; a calm, placid moment suspended in time. If scenes could carry feelings, this one would carry the feeling of absolute …
Amongst the creeping dread, bloodshot eyes, and senses thick with something rotting, living on the second floor of reality is the center of agony. Everything here is defined by bitterness. The people sitting in this room are so full of darkness that they carry radioactive masses of absence within them, shadows living off the chests …
Home has a road near it. Road is cyclic. Because it is surrounding an area. Area is green. Road has houses all around it. All houses have trees in between them. When the wind blows, trees sway lightly and rustle loudly. They look beautiful. Road has street lights across them. They pour their dim glow …
Even in the middle of the bazaar, even in the scorching heat of a day when the sun has charged all of its batteries and planned to exhaust them in a single afternoon, standing in the middle of it all, you feel that even though you are a human being, you can truly sense, in …
It’s funny, I guess, how we can never find out if this is the last time we are meeting someone. It’s not just funny, it’s something saddening too. You know what else gives you that same ambivalent feeling? Your electricity bill. You’d be surprised, even stuck, by how bad it is, and wonder if it …
When she plays hopscotch outside the house, she likes all her five-year-old friends to be with her. She also wants her grandmother to sit across the road. Just sit, doing nothing. Nothing but watching her. Nothing but sitting and looking at her from time to time. That is what she wants. This is one of …
There is a small mirror in each person’s pocket. You can always gaze into it in case you ever forget who you are, who you are supposed to be, or how you are meant to talk and walk. It will dictate who to become. Thus, at every second, you can act precisely according to its …
To the woman who held my whole world without me ever expressing! The particular cruelty in the way grief arrives is weird — it doesn’t come as a single wound but as a million ordinary moments that somehow suddenly have no where to land.The food that sits uneaten because the one who used to make …
A jar full of candies. Wishes half-boiled on medium heat. Hearts exchanged at parallel positions during midnight. A lottery won on a fluke. Answers to the lost questions in the desert. Winds blowing in the desired direction. Seasons arranging in the coveted order. Miseries falling like dominoes. Views shifting as per the desires. Life happening …