Forced metamorphosis

You love to love cactuses, don't you? People who love cactuses are loved and who doesn't want to be loved? You want to pamper me, the "poor" knobbly cactus, after I have long given up waiting for someone to love me the way I am. You romanticize my thorns and kiss the gnarly edges till... Continue Reading →


The originally Louvre day (Day 2)

The title says it all. The plan was that today was my day at the Louvre. The Louvre with its glass Pyramids was the pivot that drew me to Paris (inspired like everybody else by the 'Da Vinci Code') and anything less than a whole day admiring the nuances of the exquisite sculptures and paintings... Continue Reading →

Lost in Paris (Day 1)

Post starts with me landing in Paris I know I am impractically imaginative sometimes, but this time I had outdone myself. My dreams about Paris involved me breaking into song right at the airport and greeting every random stranger with a chirpy "Bon Jour!". If it sounds like a scene from 'Beauty and the Beast',... Continue Reading →


I did forget you. I dove into a frenzy of things every time a queasy feeling started in the pit of my stomach. Like a nagging kid at a fair, It will start to pull at my throat and I will swallow in vain, Each time harder than before. Book, sleep, music - A distraction. Any distraction.... Continue Reading →

Trapped within myself

Remember the last time you broke my trust? When the last bolt gave and a trapdoor shut? I have since dug a moat and filled it with self-doubt and posted alligators to guard my trap - all my cheese trapped within. The cheese is all I have got, all I have got to share. So,... Continue Reading →


A once white sheet is spread on the floor. It is sweltering outside, the sun rude even on your parting day. A group of women sit, on the sheet, before me. Their faces contorted with forced sadness. Among their gossip, they talk about how extremely kind you were and how soft-spoken. Hell, they don't even... Continue Reading →

Changes nothing

Sounds of an engine. Far away but for sure an engine. She looks up eager, waiting for a bus to go home. Whirring too muted for a crowded bus, she resigns hope but looks anyway. Another disappointment to a disappointing day. The heat wave passes. Summers aren't easy in rural Jharkhand. Definitely not for an... Continue Reading →

Paper bag

A burden a little heavier, A tug a wee bit harder, Simple brown paper bag blameless yet torn She looks up forgiving only to be hugged.

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