Pain made him as hard as a cactus stem. His tongue as sharp as it’s thorns. Life’s heat like that of the sun and roughness like that of the desert made his roots grow deeper and deeper. He yearned for love. He felt there was none as witty as him, as sarcastic as him and…
Category: Prose & Travelogue
Journal what you like but when you can let the imagination rule and flow out for sometime.
The Night’s knight
He stood there under the night sky surrounded by a gush of whistling winds, cricket noises and a seldom hoot from the owls. From the hilltop he could see the city lit in bright yellow and some red and blue, tiny dots of life hustled around busy in their shenanigans. Did anybody know that not…
Teenage Lessons(Until Now…)
I started to pen down my thoughts quite a long time ago, either on diaries or shared them on Facebook. Recently, I came across one of my Facebook status’ from 2013 and realised that experiences of life never cease until we cease to exist. So, here is the addition to those thoughts of the past….
The Girl at the Shore
She stood at the shore, the tides gushing at her feet. It seemed as if she was dumbstruck and entrapped in the whole serene atmosphere. The touch of the wet sand at her feet, the tides playfully going back and forth, the smell of the sea and even the sounds of the gushing tides. Her…
Daata- Maa
None in our family actually ever celebrated mother’s day because for us everyday was mother’s day. My sisters chatted to her almost everyday (big thanks to technology). I lived with her for almost 18.5 years minus 3 months of all my trips without her. At very young age I didn’t like mom, because she was…
The Suppressed Feelings
In the recent past, I have been feeling low and have had nagging thoughts about life.Last year my mother passed away, yet life never took a single break. Some days pass by, thinking about her, the moments with her and her life until it ended.A scene that haunts me- her inability to speak for her…
Mesmers 