Tai Ji

“The hen or you are out,” He declared. A perished dog completely black with mysterious tilak shaped white patch on its forehead, with upright ears and cut tail stood at one far end, camouflaging itself rather unsuccessfully in the bushes, looking at the chaos. “I would rather die,” her high voiced words as wobbly as... Continue Reading →


In the cold room

Dear Prashant<justwriteprashant.09@gmail.com>, I’m writing to you again. It may be a bit impulsive to mail you but if you are reading this… The floor, yes! I’m sitting on the floor. The room is cold. The lights are switched off. The speakers are singing beautiful melancholic lyrics interweaved with the sound of a sad mouthorgan. It’s... Continue Reading →

Open Wound!

"Don't hang up on me, talk to me a bit more. " She said. "I don't talk at nights." "Care to explain?" "I am vulnerable at nights, like an open exposed fresh wound. I do not want anyone to caress it." "Why so?" "Because I might like it."


I might survive this pang, I might survive the next pang, might survive  yet another fit... But how many times do I survive, till I survive?

A Girl Writes…

24thNov. 2016, 0500 IST Why do you look up at me in disgust? Why do your eyes call me abhor-able? What has made me so different from you? Is it the prize of what they did? Your eyes had a twinkle in them when I was around, why did you let disgust and hatred replace... Continue Reading →

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