Release from a knock

“It’s strange, you know, that you came today, after all this time, after all that happened”.”But, honestly, it doesn’t feel unusual. In fact it doesn’t feel strange at all. It’s like all those things in the past never happened. And I’m glad that I can sit with you today, sipping coffee and discuss it.” he … More Release from a knock

Home

It all began on a journey away from home, in a longing for a place I would want to call home.  I was in the company of my friends and acquaintances yet I was alone, alone- not in the sense that we all secretly want to be, but in a way that makes you want … More Home

Dear Diary,

Reading old diary entries is like hugging yourself. You look at the cause, you look at the flaws and you know what is going to happen next, you know exactly what did happen next but you can’t stop yourself from falling in love with the sheer innocence of those words scribbled on the sheets. The … More Dear Diary,

They; The People.

​And, they tell you that she was in pain, that it’s better this way,  now that she is dead. And, they tell you-  you can now talk about her,  that there can be a place for her inside the house,  now that she needs no more. And, they tell you- you can raise her on … More They; The People.

Noise

We have learned to live with the noise, the one outside and the one inside. It helps us sleep, sometimes, the noise outside Because what lives inside likes to talk at night . But the noise inside is my own voice. It speaks of things I deny with open eyes It digs the grave I … More Noise

Today is a memory

“I want you to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?” Out of all the fears in the world, this is the biggest fear I’ll ever have. “If I should disappear, will you tell them I was here?“ Memories scare me. Oblivion is scary. … More Today is a memory

An attempt to Unread

She would see people around her celebrating their love for a book they had been reading, falling in love with it again and again, since years. The numbers swelling every time; 2-3-4-5 years and still counting. Sometimes, these posts were all forgotten over a new collection that had arrived at her disposal; other times, those … More An attempt to Unread

Mangled Monologue

I want to curl up in your arms and escape this world. Do you hear me? I want to listen to your silence and forget the mad clamor. Will you let me?   Tonight, the world doesn’t seem alright. It hasn’t been, for a long time. I didn’t feel the need to write to you … More Mangled Monologue

Comer Spring

She didn’t want him to come. She never expected he’d. But he did. She didn’t want to feel what she felt, but he insisted, persistently. And, she did. It terrified her, the intimacy words would create. It scared her, the feelings he would generate. She was in a happy place, all by herself. Her walls … More Comer Spring