To Old Beginnings…

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 alone

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Chai Therapy.

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.”

Promise.

 

खुद से, खुद की, रक्षा का वादा |

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.”

The day I wanted to kill Myself.

 

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.”

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