Constant Vigilance.

  Cobra. Bodyguard. Impower. Bullet. What are these, you wonder? Brand names of pepper spray. Why do I know, you ask? Because New Years’ Eve happened. Unlike so many others in Bangalore, I wrapped up work at 5 PM on NYE to head home! Yes, I wanted to stay indoors while the rest of cityContinue reading “Constant Vigilance.”

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.”

Muse.

For writers, in life, some people end up becoming a muse – thinking about them gets the words flowing, the ideas add up and the fingers don’t stop typing (or writing)! I was introduced to this concept of a writer and a muse way back in 2010, when the first season of Castle was beingContinue reading “Muse.”

Life Notes #13.

Is happiness an illusion? Or is the search for happiness a mirage that lures you until you’re too lost to even know so? News media often carries reports of people who have failed to measure success in their acts – standards of success that the society set for us all, marks in examinations, money inContinue reading “Life Notes #13.”

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.”

Pause.

As he laid back in his chair, heat exuding from his ears, he looked up at the fan. It wasn’t moving. The surface of the fan gleamed due to the light. He was having trouble breathing. He could feel his ears turning red. He rubbed his chest. The silence in his cabin was pounding atContinue reading “Pause.”

Scarred.

I scared you. The knowledge I had of you, scared you. I became the personal diary you never wrote. You could see the ghosts of your past reflected in my eyes, each time you looked into them. I became a reminder of what you were trying to forget. My comfort with you, scared you. YouContinue reading “Scarred.”