Habitual of beginning all her write-ups with a conditional clause, almost obsessively every time, Sia sat holding her laptop in her lap (no pun implied),wrote ‘Only if it were a happy world..’ ,almost blank, desperately looking at the ceiling, the occasional glances aimed at the much needed inspiration. The pattern had become almost a month […]
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As she saw the sun setting, she hoped for the breeze to flow back. It had already been more than a year that beauty in its most pristine form had touched her soul without permission whatsoever. Back then, she had not realized that such a chance encounter would lift the mist of sadness off her
Dedicated to the one who is my diary, For when with you, I don’t require one to write. Confessions of a Diary Broken heart, bundle of indecisive actions, promulgation of stuttering letters, sporadic fits, sabotaged desires. I have seen it all. It is as if I live with this sense of impending anxiety, the catastrophe
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Waiting at the metro station for the last metro to arrive, Shanta looks at her watch. 11:30 p.m. suddenly took her back to an incident buried deep within the folds of time. An incident that changed her life forever. Ten years ago, she had reached home late from office. It was her success party. She
As she caught sight of her mother’s old dupatta in the junk box, childhood peeped in through flashes of eroded memories. A faint reminiscence of the cradle covered with the beautiful red to save her from mosquitoes probably. She, standing next to her mother pretending to pray while the dupatta flew over her face and
