Travel Telltales 

Travel to me is road trips. Rocky roads and really long drives. A car trunk flooded with luggage, and some more in the rear seat. And by the feet. And on the lap. How it all fit into our little car, I'll never know. I've been traveling for as far back as I can remember.... Continue Reading →

Reading, Writing and Growing Up

My grandmother was a collector. She collected stamps, coins, postcards, letters, souvenirs, photographs, diaries and books. I was not allowed to touch any of that. At the most, she'd let me play with her jar of coins under supervision. But her books were never off limits. They were mine for the taking. She was an... Continue Reading →

Categorical Friendship

Friendship is a strange strange thing. People associate it with values like happiness, love, closeness and success. To have friends is a big social positive and to be friendless is to be an outsider, a misfit. Like everything in the world, friendship is hierarchical. Best friends are seated at the top of the pyramid. The... Continue Reading →

If only

If only, by the mere accident of birth, you'd not brand me as your citizen, the way you brand your cattle. I will soon disperse from the herd you've raised, fed and exploited, and head to someplace better. We're slightly different from cattle, you see? Not much, but slightly. I survive for that slightness. I... Continue Reading →

Books

At the end of Each hagridden day, I came to you Seeking a quest, To look forward to. You, I opened, To that page Which held me last. Being released into A yet other world A megacosm That never failed me. In the hope To never return, I read on.

To throw

Growing up, I left behind certain traits that I had as a kid. I outgrew some clothes as well as some actions and started being adult-like, very consciously. To carefully sit, to steadily walk, to be compulsively polite, to 'act' rather than to 'be' - these are the things adulthood gave me. Recently, I realized... Continue Reading →

Nostalgia

Every time that bus vroomed, it was a sign of time fleeting. She did not want to go. Just the sight of that bus made her furrow her brows and grimace. Even at times when she wasn't supposed to be on it. She did not like the journey or the destination. That sound made her... Continue Reading →

Picked

That leaf was the most beautiful thing she had seen in a while. On turning the yellow pages of an old, dusty book she had long-forgotten, there it lay, amongst kind. Paper is made of wood after all, she thought. It was in a safe place. Arid, drained of all that was liquid, it spoke... Continue Reading →

Blocked

Something stirred her awake. Maybe it was the neighbor's cat again. The wooden table wasn't a comfortable headrest. It took her brain a few minutes to go from blankness to sight. Every muscle of her body screamed ache. With half-opened eyes, she stares at the screen. A blank page. White. It makes her eyes hurt.... Continue Reading →

The Anarchic Jungle

Dark, malicious beauty Unnerving, just the sight Vulnerable and invincible all the same The anarchic jungle. The comfort Of a faceless crowd The bereaved life A gap between The shadows Of the unknown down under. The circular movement Unending, giddy Dreariness Spreads its arms All rush in Not knowing where to, Just the where from.... Continue Reading →

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