It is a season of grief. The sadness pins me down like an anchor from the gods. The days pass in a blur – leaving behind pieces that do not make a whole. It is an era of loss. I… Continue Reading →
This year has flown by – literally. It feels like yesterday when I was stressing over my pre-boards, crying about how under-prepared I was. Now, the year is about to end – another chapter is about to close, and I… Continue Reading →
It won’t always be like this. You will have songs instead of screams. You will hold roses instead of rubble. You will hear laughter louder than the silence that engulfs the world now. You will understand that the lamps in… Continue Reading →
In second grade, we learnt about fractions. My double-ponytailed self was fascinated by how two halves could come together to become a whole. How, by adding the right numbers, we could create perfection. That was when I became… Continue Reading →
It’s been two months since my boards ended. I sit now in a spacious room, no longer cramped with textbooks and ink-stained notebooks. My walls are irrecognisable – they are no longer adorned with sticky notes and to-do lists. My… Continue Reading →
I imagine the Sky and the Earth as lovers When Gods ruled the world. I imagine them As two goddesses. Blooming from the ashes Of the universe’s heartbreak, Like a sapling out of soil. A new beginning. I imagine them… Continue Reading →
Somedays I think of myself as An unwanted souvenir Left behind by death. Grief, an artist, has carved holes into me Like a sculptor chips at stone- In hopes of sculpting an angel. Except, This sculpture is not an angel…. Continue Reading →
After a year and a half today, I sat in a classroom again. A moment after classes began, I looked at the myriad around me; We were a wave of love and laughter. Smiles that we traded like currency. Our… Continue Reading →
The sunset comes back, Like it always does. A pink sky Sits outside your window, And you ask yourself If its the sun is blushing At the sight of her lover. What is this obsession of yours With romanticizing Everything?… Continue Reading →
You. If you are here. If you are hurting And if you have given me your time. Listen. By the time I was 11, I had seen 2 suicides. Today, there are 2 people-shaped voids In me That just sink… Continue Reading →
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