There have been a million times I have felt guilty for letting this blog stay dormant, for the pages to stay barren, for my thoughts – yearning for a chance to be penned down- die a slow, painful, silent death. What’s my excuse to be away from the one thing that truly drives me? Busyness. … More Earth, calling Lucille!
You? You’re like a gust of cool wind, that kisses my cheek on a warm, sunny day. You’re like the birdsong I love waking up to. Like that tune I’ve got stuck in my head, for more than a week now. That won’t go away even after I’ve heard a million more. You. You’re like … More Haunted
This feels all too familiar. I’ve been through this before. The way you creeped into my heart slowly Tearing down the brick walls around it with your bare hands. Peeling every complex layer that I’d added over the years. Tears stinging the eyes, no one seems to mind. The sound of something being unlocked. My heart … More Hooked up with Pain!
18.11.1991 My favourite Grandmother’s birthday. (Well, I did not get to meet my other grandmother (Nana Lucy), so Nana Ivy was a clear winner!) This was also the day I saw her for the last time. My 6 year old heart broke into a million pieces. I couldn’t fathom why she had to leave us. … More Hello Nana. Goodbye Nana.
Travelling over bridges delights me. It reminds me of the time when my dad would encourage me to take a coin, make a silent wish, kiss it, and throw it nice and far… so that it would reach the water. And then, no matter how much I was dying to tell him what I asked … More Wishing over bridges…
I don’t usually use this word for people, but this one’s an exception. I hate her. There I said it. Why do I hate her? cos she’s so dumb. Yet she thinks she’s so smart. Psuedo-intellectual. That’s what I’d like to call her. I can’t hold a conversation with her before I start mentally making … More The Other One!
I grabbed a bunch of my besties and arrived at the most awaited event of the year- our annual college festival. The crowd was massive. The rule was simple. If we get lost, we meet where we are right now: the basketball court. The events were interesting, and scattered across the campus. Getting lost was … More If it were meant to be…
I didn’t think there was any truth in the belief that ‘a girl and a guy can never be JUST friends’. We were inseparable. We always had something to talk about. The incessant chatter, the never ending gossip sessions… that zoned out the entire group. Only we understood each other jokes, completed each other’s sentences. … More BF: do we have to pick between best friend or boyfriend?
It was Sunday. He wanted to cook his favourite Chicken Lonvas (an East Indian preparation). There, in the sweltering heat, he stood shirtless in his favourite nylon shorts, sweat trickling down his huge belly. Crushed garlic turning brown, onions turning translucent. His senses were indulging in the sights and scents of his culinary skills, it … More An ounce of innocence!
The attraction was instant. The sparks, very evident. Our first date was on the first day we met. He told me all about himself, masking one small detail. He didn’t know how much I hated lies. The embers of our attraction were doused with mistrust. And its ashes still leave a grey mark on my … More Trusting makes you doubt!
School friends turned into college classmates, who shared a bench. The proximity surpassed boundaries. I was hopelessly falling for his charm. I did think he liked someone else though. And he suspected that I liked him too. It was in the way I looked at him. A dead giveaway. He asked her to confirm it … More Trusting can scar!
He said he loved me. He loved his mother even more, which was expected. His mother couldn’t stand to lose him. She caught us together, one day. And dismissed our teenage romance. He tried telling her how he loved me. How perfect we were. He made one mistake. He lied about my ethnicity. The real … More Trusting can hurt!
He noticed me reading my novel. A train journey that got more interesting with each passing station. His efforts to woo me were matched with lacklustre enthusiasm. He kept in touch. And chatted everyday. I shared every little detail with him. He flirted. I responded. I finally fell for his charm. And he told me … More Trusting your heart with a stranger!
Your soft kisses left a delicate trail against my skin, and my mind. When I brush my hand against those spots, I can vividly relive those tender moments. Especially that balmy afternoon, that showed me a side of you I’ll never forget! I loved the way you looked at my neck longingly, like as if … More A kiss to build a dream on!
I find relief in your crazy mood swings. They reassure me that you’re still thinking of me, even when you don’t want to talk to me. And when you finally break that silence, I know those words have been rehearsed over a million times in your head. And that you couldn’t wait to tell me all the … More Crazy, Love?
Blood is not thicker than water. She was not related to us, but she related to everything connected with our lives. She was not a family member, thrust upon us by default. She was someone my dad worked with, and someone we chose to get close to. She was much more than a family friend, … More Goodbye & Hello
She’s probably the only one who knows the entire story. She knows how you’ll met, where you’ll met and probably even remembers the date. She must’ve even told you how to handle the first date, and the ones that followed. She knows about your first fight, and hated the fact that he could reduce you to … More “I Love Him Too!”