Bright smiles and innocence

So guys, like I am so good with kids (Not bragging though), today this little girl came over to my place with her elder sister, she’s about six years old and she’s the most adorable human I’ve met. First of all, she loves this game called “fire boy water girl” which I always have to…

Independent India

Patriotism is a thing difficult to put into words. It is neither precisely an emotion nor an opinion, nor a mandate, but a state of mind — a reflection of our own personal sense of worth, and respect for our roots. – Vera Nazarian  Today when I wake up and check my news feed, I…

Day thirty; Story thirty

Through the ups and downs, highs and lows, the smiles and the tears, our shoulders have been there for each other no matter how dark the night got. It was the kind of limerence you couldn’t find in those cliché novels and movies, it didn’t turn into a ridiculous love story about two best friends,…

Story twenty nine; Story twenty nine

I’m late on today’s story aren’t I? Apologies. Today’s story belongs to a beautiful girl, an amazing writer, a great speaker and a true friend. I know the story is in pieces and in screenshots, but snapchat just doesn’t budge. I can’t stress on how important it is to lose yourself, to become who you…

Dear grandpa…

It’s one of those nights where your memory haunts my thoughts. When your frail body that was being put through so much pain yet always managed to give the brightest smile crosses my mind. When the day of your demise bombards my thoughts as though I lost you forever just yesterday. I guess I never…

Day twenty eight; Story twenty eight

Being the first child of my family, I was loved a lot. I have memories from my childhood when dad was at work, mom was taking a nap and I was left to myself, alone, in the peak hours of the afternoon which I often utilized to play. We were new in Delhi back then,…

Day twenty seven; Story twenty seven

I could hear the fluid draining off and the alien glucose flowing profusely across my veins. My father was lying dead to the world on the sofa, while his restless eyes had their gaze fixed on me. I couldn’t sleep. The cannula prevented me from leaning sideways. The doctors had failed to diagnose my illness,…

Day twenty six; Story twenty six

Some things in life just make you question everything. “When did all this begin? How did all of this happen? Why me? What did I do wrong? How did I end up here?” Sometimes, it may lead for you to start questioning your identity. Like I’m doing right now. I don’t exactly know what kind…

Day twenty five; Story twenty five

My life used to be full of surprises, fun and people who loved me. And here is a cliché dialogue from a cliché girl. Now, it’s nothing special. Everyday would be waking up to his messages, starting the day with a bath, breakfast and a call from him. The sun in my skies shone brighter…