Reading Experience#3

The Color purple-by Alice Walker The Author beautifully and poignantly experiments with the rudiments of English language, leaving the reader in awe, who all keep reading it in the spirit of authenticity that the book creates in the reader’s mind. There was something unusual about the book, especially the narration.The reading and the characters felt…

The Pride Relevance- An Essay

We more often don’t cherish differences when it comes to thought processes. We bound ourselves in a way, and fail to try and understand, ways of lives which are different than ours. We have this pseudo-reality cemented in our brain that we lie in the ” normal curve” of the population, and hereby justify our…

En Route

So, I was here early morning.Just arrived.Waiting for my bus.The hustle-bustle┬áno less than the pre-pandemic times.Same struggles, same delays.My gaze went around,saw nothing but that same liveliness.But it’s masked now.As if attempting to contain seamless within.A mere restriction.A collective-psyche obligation.Not to prevent.Not to cause.But just there , for the sake of it.///Dogs streaking in and…

A single sock.

As I was, cleaning my closet. I came across an isolated sock tucked away in the corner between the shrivelled creases of my trousers. I pulled it out and wondered whether it’s mine or not. Don’t know, but this is the first thing I wonder in these circumstances. As soon as I reached to the…

A letter to my younger self.

Hey Buddy,                          It’s you only 10 years down the line. I know you are worried all the time that, how will everything unfold eventually. It’s okay to feel that way. Just stop beating yourself up for the most trivial of stuff, is all I want to say. The “things” which fences your consciousness right now,…

Evil desires

Sometimes I wish of dying,so much so,that I weigh down the various options I have,and choose,the one which will cause minimal discomfort and pain,and quickly releaves me of all these tumorous feelings. But you know,each time I pledge to do so,I retreat,maybe because I’m not brave enough to pull this off,maybe my reasons aren’t strong…

Swim away…

Looking for a meaning, I plod through my thought- clutter. I get hold of some pieces and try to make something meaningful out of it. But, But…. It looks different from what I actually saw. My thought canvas is marred by some abberant strokes, so much so, that I do not get transported to the…

Comfortable Silences

It was just another day in Kolkata, West Bengal, India. We were sitting in the far corner of a well-lit colonial cafe against the backdrop of a setting sun, facing each other, but looking inwards. This is the time we choose to introspect, because we can truly be ourselves. I got free at 6:00 and…

I had a dream…

I had a dream, which was quixotic in all it’s aspects. It was the manifestation of my subconscious, as if holding onto my unfulfilled desires and through the keyhole of my imagination, projecting on my conscious grey matter. It was a bliss until my eyes fixated on something grisly which wasn’t supposed to be there,…

Why do I feel sad ?

Do I feel sad for the days, I haven’t lived enough. Or do I feel sad for the moments, I haven’t cherished thoroughly. I do talk, nowadays. But, now my talks lack content and nectar, they are bereft of the essence of life. I’m retrieving myself into a coccoon, which is made up of the…