I stand at the hilltop looking at the white mountains burn. There is wind in my hair and the sun in my eyes. I take a deep breath as I think of a secret.Continue reading “Secret.”
I am the sunlight.
That will peak through closed windows,
and drawn curtains,
She stares at me with an arrogant smirk, well aware that I cannot defeat her. Her power is more than anyone can comprehend. She never moves; stays exactly where she is. Yet, day after day she grows stronger.Continue reading “Blank Sheet of Paper”
Things that were abandoned, need to be nourished again.
It’s funny to think of all the pressure people create upon themselves to do something grand at the beginning of a new calendar year. Do you want to know what I did? I travelled. Nope. Not in a fancy way. I travelled aloneContinue reading “To Old Beginnings…”
Nothing makes me smile as the aroma of freshly brewed tea changing its colour as it boils in the pot. I like my tea to be strong—extra boiled with less sugar and less milk. It’s dark and that is exactly what I like about it. Over the years, I have had many people tell me that dark tea is not a great choice and to them, I have always said, Continue reading “Chai Therapy.”
People never understand why I define a man as beautiful but that is exactly who he was–a beautiful man. He had honey eyes that when looked at you, you knew you were loved; eyes that were always in awe of you. His radiant smile was the source of instant hope in your life. His touch was so intense, it felt Continue reading “A beautiful man.”
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It was one of my favourite days of the year—Rakshabandhan. The day of promise. A day when, every year, my brother made a promise to protect me, take care of me, and save me for as long as he is alive. In 22 years, this day had come to mean something special to me. It was a day where me and him bonded anew. It was the most special day of the year—the one that mattered the most. The only beauty in this day was him—he kept every promise he made, every day of every year. And just like that, a piece of thread came to mean a lot to me. It was pure, pious, sacred. Nothing could taint it, injure it, or destroy it. But this year, Rakshabandhan was going to be different. Why? Because I had decided so. Continue reading “Promise.”
I lay in bed holding a box of sleeping pills in one hand and a knife in the other. On my table next to the bed rested a pair of scissors and a rope that I had spent hours untangling. My eyes were fixed at the fan. The room was dark with all lights turned off; it was locked from inside and as is obvious, I was alone. In my mind there was a voice; she had lived there for quite a few years now. Earlier she used to visit every now and then but on a fateful (am I sure?) day 3 years ago, she came and never left.
The day I wanted to kill myself was a Tuesday in October. It was a not-so-hot-not-so-cool day and I think it rained heavily that night. Or as I really like to think, the skies were Continue reading “The day I wanted to kill Myself.”