It all started on a Saturday evening. Dhruv was already awake when I came to the kitchen. He was sitting in his usual place, the high chair near the counter and reading the newspaper. We had slept late after coming back from a party. Dhruv’s best friend was getting married and we had been out… Read More The Affair
A head full of dreams and a heart that flutters of hope Dreams of a distant land and a life there Images of travelling the world and doing new things And yet everyday I wake up in the same room and do the same things A head full of stories and the hope to do… Read More A Head Full Of Dreams
I woke up with a jerk to the sound of thunder. The room was dark and hazy. One would assume it’s either dawn or dusk. But in the place I live, it doesn’t matter. It could be 1 PM and it can still be dark. You can never predict the time of the day by… Read More The Haunted Recluse
I know love you me and maybe I love you too. Well, I don’t know. I don’t know what I feel about us anymore. I wouldn’t blame you. It’s not you, it’s me. I know it’s a cliché. It’s something everyone says when they want to leave without hurting the other person. But I do… Read More The Free Spirit
Dushyant, do you remember the first time we decided to be in a relationship? You were so happy. I have never seen you that happy in so many years. But… you are just like everyone else, D. You use people to your advantage. You use me whenever you need someone to comfort you. You came… Read More The woman in my life
Everyday I wake up with this fear in my mind I dread watching my hopes crashing on the floor The distress of listening to your dilemmas Every single time we dream together I want to run and hide, I want to leave you and fly And yet I stay, because, I hope someday you will… Read More Trepidation
I have been writing letters to one of my friends who live in a different city. I am literally writing letters on inland letters and posting them to her address. She receives it after 10 days. Sometimes the letter gets lost and we have a good laugh over it. Then we write the letter again… Read More A dying practice that should be cherished!