I stopped working when I had her, there are thousands of moments I would have missed otherwise (this doesn’t mean working women don’t spend time and dote… Read more “Being Mom”
Category: Self Notes
“Your twentieth birthday…it’s an irreplaceable day.”
Some stories leave an everlasting impression on you. I don’t know as of yet whether ‘Birthday Girl’ by Murakami did that for me or not. But, one… Read more ““Your twentieth birthday…it’s an irreplaceable day.””
Back to Masters
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 maze of words every time I write my thoughts out.… Read more “Conversations I”
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”
Waiting
I saw her There at the doorstep Waiting Dark kohled eyes, Draped in nine yards Tugging loosely around her That vermillion adorning her face Those curls fighting… Read more “Waiting”
Know me, yet?
I don’t like to be figured out. What’s the point then. I’ll be like any other woman walking down the street. I’m not mundane. I’m not what… Read more “Know me, yet?”
The Sounds
I pledged to not to lose myself again Again. Trust is a fragile thing, a tiny wispy creature If, a woman she is Easy to bend, molded… Read more “The Sounds”
Nameless Desires
My heart wanders on nameless streets knocking at nameless doors for no reasons at all… May be, somewhere a door will open and let me in. Would… Read more “Nameless Desires”
