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"
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"
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"
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"
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"
The writers and the poets, Write of mystery and pain. Drowning their love in alcohol, Leaving behind nasty stains. The dreamers and the magicians, Cast a spell on every day. Throwing light on shadows of doubt, Only driving out the dark, if they may. The lovers and the love-lorn, Preach and tug on […]Read more "Monochrome"
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"