Rain! Rain! Don’t Go Again

Delhi is having a year-long monsoon this time with rains every month… January was raining… Feb was too… Now, even May had its around 8 to 9 hours of rain and no matter how sore that sounded, you can’t complain about them. They make the day beautiful, cold and really Read more…

Jallianwala Bagh

Baisakhi, it was a festive day. Peacefully they wanted to celebrate. They gathered around for a peaceful talk, Not knowing of the onroute shock. There were men, women… There were children. Wanting to have a peaceful Baisakhi fun. But a vicious man had other plans. Nobody there had stood a Read more…

Wild Waters

They say, My life lacks that force It’s like an uninspired river Too lazy to change its course. “You flow on the path That was already paved. Kept changing directions when Could have carved your way straight. You could have been with more substance, Deeper in yourself. Yet you chose Read more…

Light That Candle in Your Brain

Don’t light that candle. Don’t march on India Gate. Don’t fight for that girl. Don’t waste those efforts you made. . Don’t light that candle and march in vain. First, light that candle in your brain. . When you heard her cry, You helped her not, you made your flight. Read more…

Happy Valentine’s Day: Love is Home

We have a lot of references, lots of stories, lots of dramatic expectations towards love. Fairy tales… Suspense, unrequittance (I think that’s a word… If it’s not then it should be.)… The highs of feeling after a long waiting frozen period of time… The uncertainty. The rush of emotions. The Read more…

I Don’t Want To Be Me…

I don’t want to be me I want to be the person everyone wants me to be. But still whenever I be someone else Nobody is happy. I try Try no matter how much I But trying feels sly And trust me Believe me Though I I want to be Read more…

The Writer’s Block and the Writer’s Mobile

I was sulking, like I usually do a lot whenever I am in a big writer’s block, and was off to a very common more of a hangout market with my mom because I just had a sudden desire to have deep gulps of hot sambar (which I tell you Read more…

Why Me?

Me and my stream of thoughts Taking me down the memory lane. I was a child so loved With people to belong to, People to love, And people who loved back. But, came this turn of life With a deep infected wound. A sound of help, A yelp, a cry, Read more…

मुझे यकीं है कि मैं कुछ भी नहीं

है यकीं मुझे कि मैं कुछ भी नहीं। नन्हा सा कण हूँ अपनी ज़िंदगी का । जब मैं खुद अपनी ज़िंदगी ही नहीं, तो मुझे यकीं है कि मैं कुछ भी नहीं।   यहां हर कण की अहमियत है दुनिया में। खासियतें हैं, ज़रूरतें हैं। चाहतें हैं हर कण की Read more…

The Comeback

Thud! Thud! Thud! The loud thumping had broken the sound sleep of Mrs. Khosla. At first, she thought it might be the unhinged windows that were fluttering to and fro to the gusty winter winds. So she gave in to the sleep again. A few moments later, again the loud Read more…

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