Conversation

"So are you over him?"-my friend asks with exaggerated nonchalance, seeming to try very hard to hit around for an air of poise and casualness all at once. The kind where you know it's a weak farce, crumbling into pieces to reveal a devastating intensity seething beneath the surface. She takes a sip of her … Continue reading Conversation

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Destiny

There was once a girl 5 years ago. She hid in an uber-dark corner of the already darkened classroom, cowering behind a pillar adorned with the latest weekly test schedule. Her right half almost amalgamated with the cracked pista green chunna upon the yellowed walls. This girl had high ambitions. Of being a doctor someday. … Continue reading Destiny

Cracks

Would you ever think of us as pots of clay Cracked, crazed, our edges entirely frayed Beyond our imperfections, would your eyes ever stray To deem our existence a masterpiece Honed by crying through sleepless nights And struggling through unbearable days Would your unseeing eyes trace along these fractured crevices And chance upon the beauty … Continue reading Cracks

On Growing Up. Or Something.

As cliché as the title is, ain't it galling at the level of clench-your-fists-till-the knuckles-pop-out how it turned out in the oldies' favour...when everything they so haughtily proclaimed with noses stuck in the air to display untrimmed nostril hair, inevitably came to pass. When all our head-shaking and non-conforming amounted to nil...zilch...nada . When they … Continue reading On Growing Up. Or Something.