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"
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"
“There are two types of drinkers; those who drank to enhance their personalities and those who sought to take something away.” – Haruki Murakami Warning: This is not the regular two men in a bar kind of story you’d expect. It is not funny. So, proceed with caution. The other day I was at a […]Read more "Drink It Up"
For the longest time, I’ve wondered what kind of a woman am I. As we grow older and meet more people in our life, we also hear about different versions of ourselves. Friends, exes, people we once called friends, family, broken ties, colleagues etc., each one presents to us a version of ourselves. And at […]Read more "That Kind of A Woman"
Sometimes the toughest thing to do is carry on. You don’t need to have the weight of the world on your shoulders to feel this way. It can just be that your legs refuse to take a step. It’s the worst feeling knowing that there is nothing stopping you from moving forward, yet you can’t […]Read more "Uninspired"
Ever heard what the society is telling you? What the world is slowly whispering into your ears when you sleep? Forget it. The media that shows you the truth but is selling the lie? Forget it. The countries that are at war but talk about peace? Forget it. The children that die every day but […]Read more "Forget It"
She drew the curtains to make it dark, She knew no light could bring her hope. She closed the doors to shut out the sounds, Whoever was afraid of the dark, never knew her. Twists of fate or the sudden surprises of life, Everything paled in front of her staccato mind. A series of […]Read more "War Torn"