The first time I saw her in the mirror, I was terrified. It’s the stuff of nightmares; seeing a big black shadow hovering above you. I was afraid of her, but her eyes were kind and were just like mine. There was a nip in the air around her, which meant the chill followed me […]Read more "Her"
“I’ve never felt so alone in my life”, she kept muttering to herself the night she was to leave for her solo trip. She laughed at the timing of her solo trip. Here she was desperate to be held and to be loved, and the next thing she was going to do was hop on […]Read more "The Mountains Are Calling"
She was an odd girl. Pretty, slightly lanky with deep seated eyes. Some would say she was borderline creepy. But most would say she was odd. There was something so off about her. She would walk amongst the others in the college corridors as if she were a ghost. She literally would float through the […]Read more "Alone, Alive"
Last night I had a dream. I was walking out of my house. And with every step I took, the floor turned to green moss, the walls turned to trees laden with creepers, the air changed from the AC room to cool breeze mixed with the scent of too many flowers. I kept walking towards […]Read more "Laughter or Life"
Her days were the same, getting the kids ready, sending them off with their father to school, picking up after them, getting the house in order. Whoever said being a stay at home mom was easy, should trade places with her. She was perennially tired and almost always doing something for the family. But she […]Read more "High Tea"
She comes into the art gallery every day, almost like clockwork. Moving slowly from one painting to another, she studies each one with utmost interest and intrigue. No one knew who she was, she wasn’t known amongst the art circuit. Yet she seemed to fit in this room full of art work. Sometimes she’d look […]Read more "Unfit"
She walked up to the beach every day. And all she would want to do was to sit by the water and watch. She wouldn’t even dip her feet in the water. Sometimes she’d sob but most times she’ll be still, with no emotion on her face. For a 29 year old, Brie was […]Read more "Well, Goodbye!"