She could smell payasam here at her room “Amu, take this and give this to him”Her mother called.After that I can have too, she thought She dashed to the kitchen Singing, she jumped each stair to himHe opened the door swiftly, as if Waiting for her to ring the bell She gave him the dish, which he took And called her inside, which she didShe stood there and looked around Same as her flat,… Continue reading #Metoo
He turned the key and opened his doorDarkness and loneliness were awaiting himIt was not like this before some timeSo many souls used to clue their eyes to the door For him to appear after a day’s workBut now everything changedHe closed the door and let out a sighNeither sad nor sorry for anythingBut just pride beaming… Continue reading Courage Over Comfort
My heart skipped a beat seeing your faceIt makes me blush from insideIt makes the butterflies in my tummy to do somersaultsIt fulfills me with peaceIt makes up for my longingGives me more reasons to smile.But the wound on your foreheadIt aches my heartThe pain you went through makes me miserableTo know that you were… Continue reading One last time …
She was waiting in the airport terminal for more than an hour now. His flight had been delayed, the board says. She got another two more hours to kill alone. She felt angry. Three hours out of the 48 hours they get. Time races as if on a F1 race when they're together. They barely… Continue reading 72 Hours
Remember all those slumber parties in Enid Blyton books which we all were hoping to have in real life? The cellars and rooftop scenes? What if a place could give you that experience in real life? Some people just happen in your life. And that's how I met a friend of mine who is now… Continue reading Out of the books …
Settling down into the favorite corner of my couch, with the television running in mute, laptop on and a browser open with YouTube playing a song, I am desperately thinking about what to write on the prompt “Patterns”. This has been my life for some time now. Late nights are usually slouched in the couch;… Continue reading Patterns can be Wrong.
“I am done with you all.” … Saying this I went inside my room and slammed the door.Tears choked me and soaked my pillow. Eventually I slept off. When I woke up in the middle of the night hearing the buzzing of my phone this is want awaited me … Numerous missed calls, whatsapp messages… Continue reading Treasures in Life