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 …
2 a.m., and the place is quiet enough for the drop of a pin. The blackest black, the kind no color chart has ever honestly named. A strange place, known to be home for many. A place that changes the human body quite literally from the inside out. The effect, it seems, is felt by …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Two paths. Two. To choose from. One could lead to somewhere where the other can never go. Two ways. Two ways it can turn around. And a thousand times others will ask you: which way do you choose? What is your path? A million times you will encounter this question and zero is the number …
Some people describe perfectionism as their quality and hobby. They are proud of it and boast about it. Why not? I think it is something that we believe qualifies us as intellectuals and ranks us high on the scale. But one thing I have learned later in life is to unlearn perfectionism. It does not …
Some people have the ability to talk to strangers on the phone for hours. They just pick up and know that on the other side sits somebody with the ability to speak. They know that these scattered mumbles and fragments of words actually mean something, and they begin responding with their own voices. Connection happens. …