Betrayal of the Betrayed

Some days, the life stands at a still. The sun slowly melts into the coldness of night. One scene shifts into another and nothing happens. You were melancholic at point A and you stay that at point B. You just keep looking at the time changing --- indifferent to its passage. It can start moving…

TW: Suicide

When I hear about someone committing suicide, I don’t feel the usual sadness anymore. I don’t wonder what led this person to take their own life! Now I think, understandable! and feel slightly envious. It is a very logical solution to a problem we all are facing. It makes sense to end a thing that…

The Performers and the Audience

Before I had even started writing what I am about to say, I had already judged it several times in my mind and found it to be of little value. I write this because the thought was resilient enough to keep pestering me. Ignoring your thoughts, I had observed, can be quite impossible, no matter…

The Change in your Expression

It is your journey, I just want to see you, With no presumptions, just really really you. When you are unaware of being observed You are neither frank nor reserved. On one side, I want to tilt my head And see your cheeks going red As I whisper in your ears, ‘I love you’ in…

A Price to Pay

Note: SPOILER ALERT for The Stranger, Slaughterhouse-Five, Rumplestiltskin and The Bell Jar You see a flawed system for so long you become comfortable with it. You accept the life you are given. You even stop pointing out what is wrong and unjust. You lose hope. You borrow Vonnegut’s philosophy of, ‘so it goes’ and respond…

The Final Conquest

Perched on my favorite rocking chair in the wooden porch of my small house, I was swaying back and forth. A backward stroke of the chair, and dark shadows engulfed my charcoal skin. The magic of physical laws brought it back to its initial position and sparkling sunshine made my face glisten. Darkness after light……

In Context

“A woman of exceptional beauty in a room full of prospective grooms, interested not in even one of them only falls short in terms of suspicion to a handsome bachelor, with a large income and handsome disposition yet who was not pursued by a string of women”

Tell Me a Story…

Hello peeps! Sorry for being MIA for so long. But the promise of a story still stands. It is not much of story and more of a jumbled up thoughts of a disturbed mind on a long sleepless night. Without further ado, here you go: The Miracle of a Dream She was standing in a…

My Entangled Thoughts

I can’t speak for other people because their minds are not on the list of places I had checked into but my own thoughts, I have visited often. Thus, I know the questions that arrive in this desolate place I call my brain. They used to be simpler and consulting a parent, a friend or…