I duck my head, To avoid him catching me Looking at him. The secret glances, The occasional detour to cross ways with him, My guilty pleasures. The memory toxic, the emotion crippling, the rejection palpable, Yet I felt a visceral tug towards him A hopeless yearning, a beautiful agony. The heart craves what it can’t… Continue reading Inconsolable
I was writing a post on a sensitive topic when my mum looks over my shoulder and starts reading. 30 seconds later, I’m asked to not publish that post. Why, you ask? My mum spotted the words ‘smoking’, ‘drinking’,’premarital sex’ and ‘drugs’ in it. Welcome to India 🙂 My mum decided that my article was… Continue reading Why I should have gone anonymous
A cacophony it was, around me chattering and more chattering endlessly Not a moment of solitude would I find, But then maybe, I didn’t mind. Now there is just a void where nothing blends into more nothing, I didn’t ask for this, the silence is deafening. Because despite all the fights I fought, the decision… Continue reading Numb
I’m not on Facebook. Yes, I can almost hear your eyebrows raising. Over the years, the gasps have only gotten louder and the eyebrows have gone higher. Doesn’t budge me though. 😛 What was once a fad, has now become an identity. People judge you based on your Facebook profile. Want to know (stalk) someone?… Continue reading Being Social. I’m not.
Drained of thought and strength She closed her eyes, And waited for them to fill up, As they often did, these days. A steel hard resolve turned brittle Until she was flailing about the grounds , She once paraded in, Each step unsure, lest she breaks the thin ice Over the murky depths of her… Continue reading Broken
She waited breathless, Heart pounding, eyes wide A smile, indulgent For his word. It was brutal Losing what wasn’t yours. Every glance, haunting, Every touch, a tease A remainder of what could have been an Utopian dream. with her pride wounded, She looked through the debris, smiling through her tears, to find the things she… Continue reading Feeling Inadequate
Why the ‘lol’? Not because I take my beliefs lightly but because, if you want to be a feminist in India, you have to be chill. You are going to have a lot of people in your face and a whole lot of extra goading if they realize you loose your cool. Growing up in… Continue reading Being a feminist in India. Lol.