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 …
Some people are not meant to be a juggler, while there are some who live their lives as a master of all skills. Some not defining the worth of anything, and others carrying the abundance of everything within them. The strong, roaring waves of a beach strike the rocks with a bang, but the silence …
He is looking for a key. He does remember its design, silver in color, rusted. He remembers how sometimes he really had to twist it with force to open the lock. Right now, he is in search of that key, because he has a box to be opened. And it won’t be wrong to say …
He was home on time. When he reached home, it was all dark, the lights were all off, and it was dimly lit by the streetlights and the neighbours lights. So the first thing he did was switch on all the lights and put his bag down, but then he immediately turned them off. Then …
Not all five fingers are of the same length, and even though I had never believed in palm reading, when I read some scientific evidence, my belief was affirmed that it is not in the lines of the hands at all. What really is on the hand is the dirt. For some people, money really …
Let’s just say you’re not supposed to settle down at any point in your life. But who decided that in the first place? Who declared it the right way? Who thought it could have been right? Hell, who decided what is right and what is wrong? Who distinguished between them? Who was the first person …
Winters are often remembered for long nights, heavy air, fog-laden darkness, and the misty marks they leave upon the thoughts of many thinkers, I think. They become the season of longing for hopeless romantics. Suddenly everyone seems to be on a bench in the dark woods. Alone. Searching for something, watching the road for a …
When a car travels down the road, it appears to race forward, with its wet tires becoming more noticeable on the rough surface. When a typhoon approaches a community, fear settles in long before the first winds arrive and lingers even after the storm has passed. Its aftermath is written across the city. Shattered walls, …
There is a broken picture on the floor, by the wall. Are YOU looking for it? Is it yours? I think the picture might also be searching for someone to own it. Maybe somebody is on his way. Coming to save it. He’s just putting the keys in his car, turning on the engine, full …