Father is gone. I remember the night in the hospital, when mother came out of the ICU room and said these words to me. My body froze and it felt like being dragged into vacuum. Tears welled up, but they weren't enough. I thought I'd cry more, but I guess I had already used most … Continue reading White
"Fool is the one who thinks love takes months or years to form shape, that love needs to flow with time and talks and meetings, that the ticks of the clock decide what our hearts must feel. Little do they know that love isn't a weekend getaway, or a vacation defined by days or weeks. … Continue reading Fools in Love
This is the first book review that I'm writing. I've read hundreds of books and many of those have moved me in ways I can't express here. But lately, a strange feeling has stirred up inside me, thanks to the book I just finished reading. Milk and Honey is a collection of poems written by … Continue reading Book Review: Milk and Honey
The water smiled in circles as we threw little pebbles in it, sending out our innocent wishes and prayers with them. Taking off our shirts, we would race towards the lake and scream and jump into the water. How every summer vacation went by playing around the lake, ignorant of the heat, unaware of the world … Continue reading The Lake
Once upon a time, in a small town somewhere, lived a carpenter. William loved making furniture. Beautiful chairs, vintage coffee tables, royal beds, modern cupboards- they were his passion. He would spend his entire day in his shop just to finish every little detail of what he was building. The world of wood, tools … Continue reading The Little Shop at the Corner
I meet a lot of people and I have tried to study them as transparently as I could. I'll tell you something that I noticed in almost all of them. They detest being alone. And by alone, I don't mean not having a partner. By the term 'alone', I mean choosing to be by … Continue reading Chords of the Heart Played All Wrong
I sit besides you and wonder about the demons you slay. You love it, don’t you? Ripping apart the meat, spilling all that blood, letting the smell of burnt flesh arise. You love the killing part. You feel good, don’t you? You love destroying something within you. Maybe love, maybe zest, maybe even strength. … Continue reading The Drizzle and The Drive
"Ever notice a tree? It stands tall with pride, Welcomes you in the shade when the sun hits you hard. Protects and comforts you in every season, dull or bright. Gives you the company of its fellow birds and never lets you feel alone, no matter how alone it stands in a field. Gives you … Continue reading Roots.