02 November 2017; 

On an eerie winter morning, a child tiptoed his way to my lost self, he perched himself beside me on a lone park bench. He seemed to be five or six years old at most as he peered into the book before continuing, “What colour is the sky?” He asks with such innocence that it…

Citizens Talk 11.0

“It i​sn’t easy returning to your old, “normal” life after the most wonderful 3 months ever. You have to keep up with school again, you have to get used to that everything still looks the same while you’ve been through a lot of changes, you have to accept that some people are already getting tired…

For when you’re having a hard day

You don’t need to wake up one day expecting to know it all and have it all sorted out. Life never works like that. It’s okay to feel like a complete mess who has no idea about how the world works because you’re growing and evolving day by day, minute by minute. You don’t have…

To the troubled soul

Thank you for existing and being alive. Thank you for not giving up on yourself. People may think that this isn’t much of an achievement but from the bottom of my heart, I salute you for getting up each morning and facing whatever life throws at you. I am a deep believer of the fact…

She was different;

She was different. Call it cliched or blatant honesty, It was perhaps in the way she held that gun, with confidence and prowess like the precision of a leopard with it’s eyes on a helpless prey; vicious and cold. She was different. In the strangest of ways. Like the snow that slowly melted when the…

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 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…

Day twenty four; Story twenty four

We were trapped in a maze. We were closer than we had been in a long time. Close enough for me to notice everything that’s changed about him. His cheeks, soft and boyish, now angular. His hair longer and thicker. His shoulders muscular and taught. Two years, and everything about him feels so familiar yet…

Day twenty three; Story twenty three

A friendship day special… Friends are not people but their addiction. I too have such an Addiction. I am not here to tell you all the words about how friendship is important, cause you’ve probably heard that a lot. But I really would love to tell you how I made a bond with my best…