Mindless Memoirs

I haven’t had the heart to look around my room in the last couple weeks. The sadness of moving out has firmly lodged itself in the crevices of my mind. Most days, the quiet hum of anxiety drowns out all… Continue Reading →

Yesterday, I thought I was done with emotion. The last month had been a blur of grey and white, and I barely remembered how every day passed. This was not new — I was used to feeling lost, feeling out… Continue Reading →

when there is an emptiness within you that threatens to swallow you alive, what do you do? do you give in to the cosmic mass of black and grey — swirling perpetually, willingly, in a realm of the unknown? do… Continue Reading →

on civilisation.  Millennia ago, the Earth emerged as a collection of debris – collateral damage left behind in the wake of the Big Bang. Back then, no God could have predicted what would become of that burning mass of gas… Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

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 →