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 “… I close the door after they leave… " She managed to say, after resting her palpitating heart. “What has happened?”   he asked calmly “I don’t know ... they told me something and then left … I don't feel anything now… I am numb …" "Who were they?" "Some men in uniform... I do not know them" “Can you see yourself?” “Yes”, I am young and am wearing a pinafore”, “and… I  feel heavy and am in physical discomfort…” she follows soonafter. “Oh! Is there anyone around you?” “No… I am alone … all alone… there is no one around me…”  “Can you tell what year or what place is it?” “No.” “Okay. Go out of the door and see where you are” “I am too weak to step outside … I am now sitting on the floor of the house… I feel a sense of betrayal and abandonment…I dunno why though”  “Okay, no problem. Go back in time. I know it’s hard but please try…”   he asked her. Slowly, her facial muscles relaxed and her breathi

I wonder

At the end of it all, I wonder, Why do I do what I do? And with every second  passing by , Something inside me dies and, something brews … They say we have a mind and that it’s beautiful, They also say that its one cold beast, But then why does it conflate with emotions? And in the face of you, all reasoning cease? And still wondering, I do ‘cause the mind continues to defy all rationale, And I wonder, if it's really the end? When the loop of the dawn and the dusk never runs stale? And I wonder again, If it's death if you go insane? And with the multitude of seconds that have gone by, If what is dead today will ever brew again?

And, that's the Thing about Feelings

This post now also features in the Tangy Tuesday Picks at Blogadda.  Dear You, It’s been a while since I have written to you. But then it’s also been a while that I’ve spoken to myself. We are sometimes mirror images,you see. I’d forgotten that it is important to write whatever you feel, whenever you feel it. Even when there is a void staring at you; especially when there is a void staring you. Even if it means to write out of that vacuum that you have been in for so long. Because while this vacuum can make you feel special in moments when you may not be so special, it can also make you feel deserted and worthless even when you may be scripting history. But you still write, because maybe, if ever you have the time to look back from the gung-ho your life has become some years down, these moments will smile and remind you in hushed whispers how defining they were, whilst they were disappearing into thin air. So write.  I have been jogging daily instead of writing, and that

With or Without You

With you, it is a waking dream, Of a story dormant since eternity… And without you, this story feels unreal, And everything in it, illusionary. And I lie suspended between the two worlds. With you, I’m sceptical, Perhaps even terrified, to face the tide… And without you, there dwells a solitary peace, But it’s one meaningless, vacuous ride… And I lie suspended between the two worlds. With you, my heart palpitates in anticipation, And the Earth tremors under my feet. And without you, my heart sinks into an abyss, And I can’t stand still, I can’t breathe. And I lie suspended between the two worlds.  I bring out the best in you,with you, And you bring out the worst in me, without you,  And in between an entire spectrum of these conjectures, We lie suspended between our two worlds... With or without you. ***


एक तस्वीर ओझल सी होती है आज आँखों से,  एक बरस एक जुनून की तरह थी वो झूमती, हाथों में ले रंग घूमते थे हम मुसल्सल,  और वो हमारी नादानी देख दूर से ही मुस्कुराती । हसरत यह थी कि एक रोज़ बेपनाह रंग भरेंगे,  बड़ी  शिद्दत से उसे अपना कर लेंगे , पर इस  रोज़ ,जब मौका भी है और दस्तूर भी, फिर क्यों , ऐ दिल  तू आज   इतना तंग है?   फिर क्यों आज ,वो तस्वीर यूँ बेरंग है? ***

A Letter to me

This piece now also features in Thought Catlaog  and can be viewed  here . Dear 17 year old You, Have you been? I know it has been a while that I absented myself from this space, but I was busy traveling month after month. However, I am back now. I will relate my travelogues soon, but before that I have something important to write to you; something which I have been musing a lot over the past few days and wish to share with you.                               So, how was it turning 17 last year? Birthdays are all about friends and festivities today. Please know that this is great and it is okay to indulge in it as much as you can now; you will have all the time to be recluse and quiet later in your life. You will slowly learn it is possible to enjoy the silence in the same way as you enjoy the sound today. I know you don ’ t understand companionship the way others do right now, and somehow have a penchant for being lost in a crowd, and erecting boundaries all aroun

'City of Djinns'

*** Standing atop a roof, a queue of never ending lights line the May sky As a soft cacophony of cars usher from the road below, And a resplendent spectacle of the city one beholds, As torrid heat emanates from within the depths of its soul… It never rests, it seldom sleeps, And, despite being embroiled in a clutter of sordid events It rises to the occasion from its own debris Because the show must go on, however eluding be the remedy. And while we loathe a multitude of cars that cram its roads every day And lose our mind in the attitude so loud and brazen, There is a certain beckoning in its qawallis and carcass of forts and tombs, and a certain delight in its street food,  Some oases of refuge, besides its infamous ostentation... ***

Travel Diaries: Little Things

Dear You, Happy New Year! I hope that despite how volatile your New Year’s resolution may be, you achieve the limitless potential your life is capable of! Sometimes I feel that time is slipping by fast, and there is so much left to live, experience and chronicle. 2015 went by in a jiffy, leaving behind a mixed bag to mull over.  I took some resolutions too, not in a fit of an emotion but from emotions solidifying over a period of time. And I ruminated over them while walking by the shore in Pondicherry under a sky full of stars, as I bid goodbye to the year that had been.  On its outskirts, Pondicherry is like any South Indian city, but as you go inwards, you start glimpsing the once French colony that it had been. The cobbled streets intersecting at 90 degrees and the French quarter divided in blocks and avenues, with buildings nearly in shambles, lend a wistful European semblance to the city.  My sister and I cycled around the place for our entire length of stay t