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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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
Dear Dad, 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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
"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.... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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