Yesterday in a discussion about life and immortality I recalled a poem and felt an immense urge to rekindle the words. It gave me another excuse to dig back and dust off the golden pages of some old poetry books. It gave me an excuse to be surrounded by my …

I read this somewhere: in a room full of feminists, when asked what have we achieved in the past ten years, the room fell silent. Is it that hard to name a couple of successes? We have come a long way since the feminist movement began but have we come …

Maria died due to complications in her pregnancy, the desire for pink curtains or the blue quilt remained incomplete. He loved her till infinity; he too was dead with the grief.  There were screams and horrific sounds coming from his heart, ripping apart every emotion he had, but to the …

Today he wore the pink shirt that I gifted him and we went for a long drive. It was I who drove across the highways and he rejoiced sitting beside me. Now my house doesn’t echo with my anklets, it’s my laughter that fills its halls. The artificial smile no longer …

I wanted to play with his car, and he too wanted to play with my doll. Our game would have been amazing if my doll drove his car, we would have wandered over the streets all around. But there was something that limited him on the roads and for me …

For the previous article, click here For the Christmas Eve, the tree is always very well decorated; the lights and candles adorn the house and its celebrations everywhere. Since my childhood, I was certain that Santa was real, because till I was fifteen he fulfilled all my wishes. The gifts …

Maria was shopping for her first child to be delivered next month. As she reached out for pink colored curtains, the mother in law anxiously questioned “Are you expecting a baby girl?!” In the meantime Maria’s husband came up with a blue baby quilt and the mother in law took …

What if after the rains it’s the white light making an arch and not the seven colors of the rainbow? What if the moon always appeared round and not in its different phases? What if all the flowers were roses? What if all the seasons were same and so were …

Speak with the corner of your eyes, Speak with thy blink. Hide no young lies, And I shall even understand thy wink.   Speak with your breath so deep, Speak with your smile. And then hearing you, can I calmly sleep, As you look after me, for a while. Speak …

It was a beautiful cloudy evening and wind was at its best playing around the branches of trees. On my way back home, I decided to walk, but in no time, a cloud decided it wanted to play a bit of a mischief and it began to pour; as we …