Every piece of writing by all those profound writers influence me. For a while I slip into a stupor, drunk in their words, the meaning of life… Read more “Back to Masters”
Angst
It’s difficult to understand everything, it’s like reading in shadows, fleeting light from the creeks of windows and doors. Life has become interminably incomprehensible, dried and cracked.… Read more “Angst”
Conversations I
It’s therapeutic, they say when you pen down what ails you. Why, then I’m lost in this mire of words every time I write my thoughts out.… Read more “Conversations I”
I
I have always talked to you. Right? Hope I’m not being delusional. On some pretext or the other. Reality or whim, it’s always there- the communication. Nicky
The Mixed Bag Shopping
All of us in our childhood have played dress up with an older sister’s dress or mother’s sarees. Those were the days when smearing lipstick on lips… Read more “The Mixed Bag Shopping”
Night(s)
Last night, before I hopped on to one more task to humour my insomnia, I asked, in particular to no one, what is it I want, and… Read more “Night(s)”
