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"
“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"
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"