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Everything I Never Told You – An Excerpt

“When she’d kissed him, she had surprised herself. It had been such an impulse – the way she sometimes reached out to catch a stray leaf on the wind, or jumped a puddle on a rainy day – something done without thinking or resisting, something pointless and harmless. She had never done anything like that…

Close to Lost – A Memoir

The light’s a dim yellow. Just the way you liked. I leave it that way. Each night. For seven hundred and thirty one nights. Exactly two years. I stare at the ceiling, and then some at the walls. They stare back. Blank. They’re lost too. At times, they move. The window panes on the ceiling,…

By: Asha Seth Jun 17, 2020Jul 23, 2020

MemoirsDeath, Family, Father, life, Loss, memories, miss you, missing dad, Pain2 Comments

There is this song that makes me miss you so much. The song I speak of is Alone by Alan Walker. I do not know who’s the singer. But something is different about the music. It takes me to a place I so want to be. And I know that place is nowhere. Because no…

Dear papa, Your father. Your brothers. Your uncles. Same faces. Similar voices. Their presence. Your absence. Tearing chaos. Overbearing silence. I don’t want to meet them. I want them all gone. Even for an hour, I can’t stand them. You stare back from those faces. You speak in their voices. You are there, yet not…

By: Asha Seth Jul 24, 2019Jul 23, 2020

MemoirsDeath Anniversary, Family, Father, July, life, love, memories, Mother26 Comments

Dear papa, You’re gone a year today and you’ll want to know this. I don’t cry today. I don’t look back. I don’t ponder over the ifs and whys? I don’t think it matters. I don’t curse anyone. Nor do I regret life. But let me tell you this, I also feel I don’t have…

By: Asha Seth May 3, 2019Jul 23, 2020

Memoirsdaughter, Death, Family, Father, Grief, life, love, memories, Pain, Papa, Ramblings, Writing8 Comments

Imagining life without someone, when have we ever given that a thought? I was the same. But with you gone, life has taken an unexpected turn. I am now looking at things, I never gave a thought. I am reminiscing over events, that once craved my attention. I am lusting for certain aches, that once…

Rebury this Soul…

walking down familiar lanes never realised they had changed withered, eroded muddied, faded trees lining street-ends had grown dustier leaves rattled by storms had grown mustier walking down familiar lanes never realized how I had changed never stopped to care even when omens lay bare as the last grains of the hour glass called for…

घर

दीवारों की दरारों में छुपी ज़र्द यादें पास जाकर देखा कभी मेरा बचपन सतह पर तैरता कभी दादी का बुढ़ापा कनखियों से झाँकता खिड़कियों के पार से सन्नाटे ताकते कभी होली में रंगे माँ-बाबा की झलक तो कभी बिदाई में सजी अन्नू का अक्स खाली कमरों में गूंजते हँसी के पटाखे कभी पापा के ठहाके…

The Hate I Harbored

By: Asha Seth Feb 6, 2019May 11, 2020

Tender TidingsBlogging, Family, Father, happiness, memories, musings, Regrets, Writers, Writing2 Comments

Time wasn’t on our side. Today, when it is too late, I convince myself thus. Maybe I wasn’t the right age to understand. Maybe you were too harsh that I suffered in vain. Maybe I comprehended you wrong. Maybe you misunderstood me much. I believed you knew what you were doing. Unleashing a world of…

The Blind Date – A Short Story

“That’s enough! I quit,” and I stormed out of my manager’s office. I was done taking blames for things I’d never done, or rather for what others had done. “Don’t take shit, ever,” dad had always said. Once again, more than anything, it was father’s perpetual absence that nipped me at every point in life.…

By: Asha Seth Jan 11, 2019Jul 23, 2020

Memoirs2018, Blogging, Death, Family, Father, Grief, life, memories, Ramblings, Sad, Writing13 Comments

There are nights I wake up in a haze. My eyes travel to your rocking chair at the end of the room. Is it truly rocking or is it my mind playing tricks? It is difficult to say in the dark of the night. I stare hard and long as if staring longer would make…

The Morning after Christmas: A Poem by Asha Seth

By: Asha Seth Dec 26, 2018Dec 27, 2018

PoetryChristmas, Christmas Eve, Christmas gifts, Christmas Poems, Family, Festive mood, Jesus Christ, Kids, love, Morning after christmas, My Poems, Poetry, Poets on Christmas17 Comments

The lights on the tree shone yellow and bright and smiled cheerfully as the parents hid the Xmas gifts with secret strides 🎄 The night before the children were exuberant after all, it was time for wishes laid upon the heart of Santa’s pride 🎄 Chloe and Bryan slept how peacefully knowing Santa riding around…

By: Asha Seth Nov 3, 2018Jul 23, 2020

MemoirsAfterlife, Death, Family, Father, God, Heaven, Hell, life, memories, musings, Parents12 Comments

Dear papa, This heart’s broken into pieces, forever; there’s no denying that now. It bleeds barrels. I can’t seem to be able to put it together. No matter how hard I try, it crumbles like a castle, into a thousand tiny grains of sand at the slightest memory of you. There’s an ache that threatens…

Forlorn but not Forgotten

Getting back after you’ve fallen down is easy. Getting back trying to live after life’s mercilessly clobbered you in the back, is a different deal altogether. One can’t begin to live just like they did. You realise you can’t so readily trust, not even life. Taking dad away from me was worse than betrayal. I…

It’s been a while I’ve wanted to write and tell you things. Tell you why I’ve not been around of late. I couldn’t gather the courage. For I know, the pain that I feel, you’d feel too. But here I am. Finally. Making a lackadaisical attempt. Exactly, a year ago, this time, I had jotted…

Varanasi Travelogue

February generously brought me quite few opportunities of travel and just how! The third week of the month had me and family pack our bags and leave for Varanasi, the religious capital of India popularly known as ‘City of Ghats’, ‘City of Salvation’, and one that proudly stands as one of the oldest cities in…

Wistful

Remember those days when all we fought about were pencils and crayons? When pages were canvasses of trials and temptation of the coming together of ink and paper? ♥ Remember those days when all we cared about were the paper boats struggling to sail in narrow ditches carved with fallen twigs in the pouring rains?…

A Wave of Nostalgia

By: Asha Seth Oct 12, 2015Apr 19, 2020

Tender TidingsAsha Seth, baby, Birthdays, dreams, Emotions, Family, Hopes, life, memories, nostalgic, october, protective, siblings, sisters14 Comments

Why do birthdays bring a wave of nostalgia? Pondering as much as I am, I can only rejoice in the sudden rush of emotions the memories have fetched, leaving me nostalgic. It’s my little sister’s birthday today and once again I’m back to the days when I cradled her in my arms, sang her to…

Second Chances

She is on the brink of adulthood, with much that life can give her. If only she gave it a second chance. But will she? A friend’s cousin, yet to be 16, attempted ending her life. I’ve never met or spoken to her and yet, trapped is my mind, this morning, in her thoughts. The…

Manners can kill

Apparently, manners and I don’t get along well. Don’t look so surprised. Not yet. Save it up for what comes next. If you’ve been following this blog you’d already know that I have never been the best kid in the world. Blame the generation gap, blame me, and blame whoever you like. But that’s that.…

Losing Faith

By: Asha Seth Oct 1, 2013Apr 19, 2020

Tender TidingsBelieve in God, Childhood, conversation, faith, Family, God, Losing Faith, Parents, Religion, Religion and Spirituality38 Comments

How do you hold on to faith when your world is falling apart? Know what I mean? When you are almost always pushed at that edge where you start questioning everything you’ve ever believed. How do you stop yourself from losing faith? Kevin and I, did our schooling together while we attended same classes in…