Reading Experience # 2

The Unsafe Asylum – Anirudh Kala It’s a story describing the impact of India-Pakistan partition on the psyche of common masses, driving some of them into madness or psychosis while others who were already susceptible to this menace succumbed in the worst possible way. The narrative takes the help of a fictional psychiatrist Dr Prakash…

Reading Experience # 1

The Perks of being a Wallflower– By Stephen Chobsky It’s an epistolary. A series of letters by a middle school boy, who explicitly yet in a confused manner chronicles his daily ups and downs in dealing with his own emotions. He explains and elaborates on his relationship with his other friends, Sam, Patrick, Bill, Brad,…

Mera Vajood

Mera vajood ki mujhko talaash hn.Apne Ruh ko Apne jism se milane ke mujhe bhi pyaas hn.Kis qadar main samjhau tujheKi iss sansaar me mujhe, agar Kuch naa mile,To koi gum nhiBus do Chand ki Zindagi me, umre Bhar ke pyaar ki aas hn. Teri mohabeet ke qasbe me, main bahut saal rha Par waha…

Story of a unrequited love.

Every day, Just before I doze of, I think about you. Believe me, I don’t want to, but I do. Imagining your voice and moving figure, soothes my soul. But the wound it soothes were caused by you. I know, I’ll keep loving you no matter what. Because I’m mad in love, and it’s okay…

To this date.

I don’t know where to begin, even when things have come to an end. I keep asking myself, was I waiting for this doomsday to come ? My soul reverberated, but you did know the end in the beginning itself. Look at you, shredded into pieces, looking like a mess, hitting the adulthood with no…

It’s surreal for real-1

Love…. How do you define such a delicate and pure feeling ? Is this just an emotion or it’s a feeling that takes over conscience and manipulates you to do or behave, which you otherwise wouldn’t have done ever. I’m at Crossroads, unable to decipher the inexplicable threads of love which entangles among themselves, so…

An abstract analogy !

Realism in the practical world is a notion, which has blurred our consciousness and psyche in myriad ways . We strive for truth, but find it aversive, the moment we find it. Realism is a thorny rose, which tries to abrade the skin of fantasy, once you caress it with utmost excitement and hope. It’s…

Trip to Kumbhalgarh -2

I left for the trek . We gathered near a gym, and was waiting for others  to join in , so that we could leave in time. My apprehensions related to my co-trekmates smoothened , the moment I met a boy of my age. I didn’t pay any attention to him initially , only to…

The fear of Oblivion Entrenched in..

We call ourselves unique and live in a delusional bubble of self-pity and misery , partly unaware of the fact that there are millions like us on the same lines. Let’s rewind to past , back in my childhood , I started experiencing some subjective feeling of pain / needle prick sensations , bouts of…

Trip to Kumbhalgarh-1

I was sulking and overthinking over trivial issues ; sitting in a corner and sipping my evening cup of tea while juggling with a plethora of thoughts and making an active attempt to refine/ untangle them to the level of relevancy and simplicity . It has always been an uphill task for me. During this,…