Her hand lay across the red-and-white checked table. I didn't move mine, I let it stay near me, comfortably away from hers. Too many people were around us, and I've always been shy. Her chocolate brown eyes don't meet mine either, they are too busy staring away, at someone else's. Our position in the hunt... Continue Reading →
I wish to slip away all from my life, all that I have known of it. To hide, in the comfort of darkness and anonymity. It's an inexplicable notion of solitude calling out to me. I crave it. To leave and depart, away from friends, family and mindless acquaintances. Live a life alone among strangers.... Continue Reading →
A perspective on the idiocy of our lives, and how they don't play out as they should. My thoughts on life- Compressed into a single post.
I breathe in the view around me- I stand on the mountaintop, watching the lights twinkle under the darkening sky. I feel the pulse of life- The city buzzes with energy, those who slogged through the day to live for the night. The yellow beams of cars dance, luminous advertisements, brightness emanating through windows, all... Continue Reading →
I like to think about how things would be if I didn't exist anymore. What if I die tomorrow? Who'll miss me? Who'll mourn for me? Who'll not care at all? Will there be a grand funeral? A few tears shed, a few words spoken, agonized. It's strangely comforting, to sit idle for an hour,... Continue Reading →
Something's shifted within me. I am disconnected from my environment. I reach out but I'm unable to touch anything. I am wrapped in a bubble, a dispassionate cocoon. No one can feel me, or feel the way I feel. Everytime I struggle and writhe within my powerless existence, failing to break through the bubble, my... Continue Reading →
You make a thousand decisions everyday. A small number of important ones, and a large number of not-so important ones. Some of these turn out for the better. Good choices. However, some don't. How many times have you lied awake at night, wondering, what if? What if retrospectively you had chosen something else, one of... Continue Reading →
How to make sure you stop writing
Candlesticks, and some humour.
At the midnight hour, when the clock strikes twelve, when the whole world sleeps, a petrolhead turns eighteen, and only one thought crosses his mind. Driving License. Freedom. (...and driving lessons). ______________________________ Ravi smiles at me, 'Come, take the keys, son.' His kindly eyes are not able to hide the not so subtly hidden 'Oh-god-another-kid-who-I'll-have-to-help-add-to-the-already-overflowing-road'... Continue Reading →
I have an attraction to darkness. Not just the colour black, but the absence of light. Its calming, somehow. Where no one can see me, no one can pull me down. At nights, if I have trouble sleeping, I leave my room and head out. It may be 1 am or later, but at those... Continue Reading →
So I decide to write. Here I am. Sitting on my clichéd writing desk, rough drafts gathering dust in a rather unkempt pile on the left corner, a forgotten cup of coffee lies steaming on my right. I look out of the window, the monsoon rain has washed the dust away, and the bright green... Continue Reading →