Describe you? Well this is all I can say and more…

You feel like a part of me, an indispensable, important part  like we are two pieces of same cloth. Your hug feels like a sweater on a chilly night,  or a whiff of ac under a scorching sun So comforting and relaxing. When you pull me close, it feels like my drowsy body is pulling…

Let’s talk about dreams.

Do you know what a dream is?  Not the literal definition of a dream, per se, but what it means and what does it do? Why does it affect you? Why is it so important in life? What are you supposed to do with it? Well I don’t know either. So just trying to decode…

For you, my beloved,

 You just went away, after being with me so long I was nourished by your tears And strengthen by your hollow eyes.   And when you went away, I thought I’ll be lost forever.   Part I I fall at your window sill, drop by drop like rain splashing the window, To extinguish the burning…

मैं पिघल गयी ….

वैसे तो लड़के मुझे कुछ खास पसंद नही अल्हड़ और बदतमीज़ पर उसे देख के मैं पिघल गयी बड़ा ही स्टड बॉय था वो मार धाड़ तो उसका रोज़ का काम पर उस दिन जब उसे अपनी बीएमडब्लू से उतर कर उस पप्पी की जान बचाते हुए देखा तो मैं पिघल गयी लड़कियाँ घुमाना उसका…

As long as I am writing..

As long as I am writing,  I know I will live.  As long as I am writing,  I will live not one, not two, but million lives,  And all those territories, characters and roles which are not mine I will explore untold stories and the emotions behind them  Paint them with colors of my own…

Is it really me?

I am still the child I once was, though my actions might say otherwise. I have grown a year older today and may be a little wiser too. But when I close my eyes recalling the younger me, I see a different world. A different me. The world rewinds back to the old life I…

Why the sea is eternal love!

I am often asked or instead laughed at, as to why do I like the sea so much. Most of the times I have the same old answer “this question has no answer”. But the truth is, that the euphoric and the serene feeling that being around the sea gives me is something I cannot…

The road you take…

I realized that your story is not about the destination you reach, but about the road you take. That road which nestles hard stones within it, giving you wounds when you walk over. It does hurt you, but it also makes you stronger. But it is the same road that gives you solace when you…

Not without you!

It’s not that I cannot live without youIt is just that I don’t want to see a life without youIt’s not that sunset is less beautiful when I see it alone, It’s just that I don’t want to enjoy its beauty without you. It’s not that I cannot solve my own problemsIt’s just that I…

I am the woman

I am the fire, ready to ablaze, burning the path fearless. The raging flame ready to devour everything that dominates my way. I am the spark, standing on its threshold to meet its purpose, ignited by society and the commoners alike. I am the firewood, providing wind to the weak, to the slow and the…

Love in the age of the internet

I had come home for Diwali and was helping my grandma sort her things out. She had spread on the bed, all her stuff from the old tin box, she had brought on her wedding as dowry. And boy! What a treasure it contained. While shuffling through things, I came across old jewelry, her photographs,…

हार मानने को दिल नहीं करता …

कितना कुछ हो जाता है, बदलते वक़्त के साथ मैं सह जाती हूँ सारी  बातें, कुछ ज़बरजस्ती, कुछ हक क साथ पर जितना भी ही सोच लू,  हार मानने को दिल नहीं करता   हर बार गिरती हूँ , गिर  के थोड़ी सी सभालती हूँ तंग आ कर खुद को मनाती हूँ, धीरे से बातें…

It’s all about your perspective

Hindu epics have always been an integral part of our existence, Ramayan and Mahabharata being the most important ones. The verses and lines emanating from these epics are used to justify a life of righteousness and integrity in our society, define our culture and direct our festivals. The myths, folktales and stories from these epics…

Instagram or ‘instant judgement ki dukaan’

  I am cooking cabbage curry for my tiffin, a dish which is my father’s favourite, and he likes it crispy. The cabbage has soften a little and somewhere I can hear my mother’s voice admonishing me that I have spoiled the ‘sabzi’ and how careless I am to let it stay unattended. She has…

We miss….the bliss called life

While we snuggle in our blankets with an excuse that we have only weekends to spare, somewhere we do miss the magic of the simple pleasures of life. The magic of nature and the beautiful mornings, for instance. A magic that is so evident all around us, but still we choose to miss it. The…