I am.

  I am so much more than just a broken heart.   I’m the fire that urges you to make something out of your life. I’m the rage you feel when you see dishonesty. I’m the pain that stops you from breathing. I’m fire. I’m rage. I’m pain.   I’m the passion that stirs yourContinue reading “I am.”

Hope.

What keeps you going on the less happy days? What keeps you from letting one night turn into yet another morning? What pushes you to breathe one more time even though it pains every time? The belief in God – whatever your religion may be, wherever your faith lies? Or is it destiny? Or karmaContinue reading “Hope.”

A Blocked 2018. (As Yet)

It happened! It was inevitable. Some day or the other I was bound to be in its clutches. Now I know when my friend says she’s zoned out or that she can’t put pen to paper. I have the the writer’s block! I can’t seem to get to writing. But I wanted to take aContinue reading “A Blocked 2018. (As Yet)”

Leave it in 2017.

Inspired by a video John Green put up last week on his channel Vlogbrothers, where he lists out changes he would want to see in himself in the upcoming year, a public list where he recounts all that could have been better in 2017, I thought of inking my mandatory year end post on theContinue reading “Leave it in 2017.”

A rant on pockets.

Fundamental question coming up! Be pre-warned that this has nothing to do with feminism or being a snob. How many of you men have been shopping with women – your friends, sister, girlfriend, mother or to purchase gifts for your friend’s female friends? Whether you have or haven’t, not many of you must have noticedContinue reading “A rant on pockets.”

Was this love?

I had dozens of marigold flowers in my hand, a garland of it actually. What lovers did to a rose, I did to the pretty orange flower. “He loves me, he loves me not,” I uttered, plucking out the petals one by one at first and then bunches of it together until all that wasContinue reading “Was this love?”

Karma.

Karma, they say, bites back. Sometimes in the cold. When you’re sweater-less! Taking you back to a couple of months ago. A friend returned from Kashmir, the ‘Paradise on Earth’, having toured among the snow capped mountains and under the blazing sun, in the cold, dry and biting winds and by the sparkling lakes. HeContinue reading “Karma.”

From home to away.

A week off from work means going home and then away from home again. Home always is special but the day, when thanks to tech advancement, you are in both cities on the same day, when you leave home in the morning and are away by evening in another city, is the day the starkContinue reading “From home to away.”