Nights and mornings, all feel the same. I can't tell one from the other. And yet, when I look at the walls around me, everything's changed. When and how, is what I'm left with. Feels like an age has passed in the blink of an eye. Some I wish to see, are far far away.... Continue Reading →

Day 622: When Dad left for his Maker

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 →

March came with rare lessons learnt perhaps, its better to leave some bridges burnt Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Exorcise

to write about love is a cliche of sorts i put my pen to paper to write a tale of obsession of lust of admiration of deliberate attempts rushed and hushed of chances grabbed and opportunities lost of everything that made you trace back to me that made you hold me each time I fell for... Continue Reading →

Day 547: When Dad left for his Maker

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 →

Like a Flowing River – Book Review by Asha Seth

Review Available on: Instagram | Goodreads | Amazon Author: Paulo Coelho| Genre: Philosophy, Non-fiction, Memoirs | Pages: 496 The Blurb: Like the Flowing River is an intimate collection of Paulo Coelho's reflections and short stories. These are powerful tales of living and dying, of destiny and choice, of love lost and found. The Review: I have read... Continue Reading →

My Writing Resolutions for 2020

It's time to declare the 2020 resolutions. After much contemplation, I have rounded off my resolutions to a few that I hope to accomplish by the end of this year. But before that, let me tell you that in 2019, I had one simple resolution - to read an appreciable number of books; given the... Continue Reading →

The Thing about Betrayals

Someone once told me, the worst part about betrayals is - it comes from people you love most, trust most. But this morning I woke up feeling betrayed from a person I hardly knew. Someone who was around for only so long. Then why do I feel the way I feel this morning? It is... Continue Reading →

Day 499 – When Dad left for his Maker

The other day, a dog by the street side kept staring at me.  First, I thought he was hungry. So I fed him. But even then he had that look about him; a quizzical, strange look. I couldn't name it. Was he trying to say something? I had read somewhere that your departed communicate with... Continue Reading →

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