If I had a diary, it would be something like this: November 8th, 2016. Mother is cooking. Father is watching the headlines on television. He says that it is important to know what is happening in the world. I am doing my homework in front of the television, looking atContinue Reading
Third city in three years. How is it that this still turns out to be different? Aren’t cities supposed to be same, stretching buildings defending the sun with their glass shields, lonely green gardens desperate for a tag of ‘open space’, and painfully vivid malls with underground parking that looksContinue Reading
The train slowed down. It moved like a snail, and the wheels groaned from the train’s weight. There was a knock on the door of my first class coach. Me and my aunt looked up, caught in shock. We knew no one on the train. Who could it be? TheContinue Reading
Dear Change, You paid me a big visit last year, when I shifted my school. You kept meeting often from there, as if trying to remind me that you would never die. That you would keep visiting me and have small rendezvous around the corner, for forever, until the dayContinue Reading
December 2015. Winter is not good for a polluted city like mine. December, being the main month of winter in India, is always the coldest. All things in nature huddle together in winter, trying to find, or steal, some warmth from the other. The clouds creep towards the ground. TheContinue Reading
I try to run faster than I had yesterday. I lift my feet as soon as they touch the sidewalk, not wanting to waste any time, and also to push my exhaustion as far as I can, because the beach is just a few meters ahead. I can feel theContinue Reading
His head throbbed. His mind was exhausted. All these hours at the same office, and all he got were deadlines. There was no excitement. Even the prospect of a vacation was scary; he would have to calculate how much they could spend… He stepped out of the lift and rangContinue Reading
Sarah loved to walk. Walk on the road on her way to school. Or walk on the clouds of her dreams. Clouds, she called them, because they were dissipated by the slightest disturbance, or interruption. She knew she couldn’t stop, because life itself wouldn’t stop. Walking took no mind. InsteadContinue Reading
There, behind the fortress of the wild palm trees, Was a clandestine romance between the shore and the sea. The shore, with a serenity that shamed the wisest, And a shimmering skin of sand, the smoothest. Sprawling across, till where she lay free, And curved where she met the sea.Continue Reading
Sometimes I find a fort in my body My soul struggling to stretch My fingers spread wide Searching Discovering What the world is made of Recoiling from reality Learning from my falls I slowly put up walls Brick by brick I cross my legs Fold my arms Close my eyes.Continue Reading