What started as idle texts What started as one phone call Gossips and small talks The slurry drunken words Countless nights of staying awake Listening to each other Laugh until we cried Cry until it stopped hurting Who knew we’d get so close? Souls met, not the humans A voice that made me smile A… Read More The Constant
Everyday I spend my time… drinking wine… ‘Oh, Good lord! Are you singing that song from Gully boy?’ It’s not originally from Gully boy though. It’s by ASAP Rocky. Don’t you think Sher song was good too? I loved how that guy danced, very manly and muscular. ‘I am trying to sleep. We need to… Read More The Voice
‘Thank you so much for this, Ava! I missed doing it’ I said gratitude filling my heart. ‘I don’t know how you went on without this for ten years. Ten years!’ She exclaimed with her eyes wide open. ‘In your place, I would have gone absolutely mad!’ she opened the next bottle of wine and… Read More Our Kind of Normal
As she narrated the events of her mundane day, the only response she received from her daughter was “hmm”. She longed for the days when her daughter preferred spending time with her over anything else. She missed her daughter even as she sat next to her. She wished she were a mobile phone.
I lay on the cold rock as the water from the ocean splashed on my face. ‘Uurrghhh… and I thought this will be fun!’ I sulk. I struggle to breathe and there is no space to move even my fin. Oh my God, someone’s is climbing on top of me. Oh, no! Oh, shit! OK.… Read More The Curse
55F You gave me purpose in life and I cannot let you go. I love you and I will protect you. But I cannot afford losing you. So here I am, making you consume controlled levels of poison as medicines. It’s for your own good. That’s the only way I can protect you forever. —————————————————————————————————————————… Read More The Trap!
On a cold December night, as I walk through the streets listening to my favourite song, I cannot stop thinking about you. No matter where I go or what I do, you are the only constant thought in my mind. Not as memories, or, maybe as memories too, but mostly as questions. Questions that are… Read More The Family