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…

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…

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,…

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…