Kamustha Folks! Creativity was indeed playing a game of hide and seek with me. After weeks of trying to jot down a successful poem, inspiration finally gave up the game. So today while I was trying to occupy enough space in the public bus with people pushing and pulling, I finally found the perfect story! […]Read More The boy who smiled when the garbage truck passed.
Kamustha Folks! A short story this time. Reprieve The first time I saw her was on a summer night. I never got a good look at her probably because my eyes had tears in them as I got out into the balcony trying to stay strong for my sister who just found out that she […]Read More JUST ANOTHER CANCER PATIENT…NOT REALLY!
Kamustha Folks! Wait patiently for my point is formed only in the end… I recently binge watched a series that was long overdue and had been a subject of my procrastination and anger as it swept away Emmys that according to me should have been awarded to some other shows. Well, guess I should have […]Read More A TRIAL THAT WAS NOT JUST A TRIAL
Bitter An incident in 2015; the democracy of a democratic India saw a case worth not publicizing because it put forward a situation not seen in this country that grants rights to each and every citizen. What was the case? Marital Rape. A woman of this country came forward, daring to point fingers at her […]Read More Is it rape if it is legally allowed?
Kamustha Folks! This last semester that I have successfully completed had me studying about defense mechanisms in psychology. Well, little did I know I would soon turn to one. My mother does not know I have blog! In fact, no one except a few of my friends know I have a blog. So, instead of […]Read More WHY MY MOM DOESN’T KNOW I HAVE A BLOG! (TOXIC WASTE #8)
A poem about a girl and a piano.Read More THE GIRL AND THE PIANO ( and what happened to her music…)
“I think we should just die”. I looked at her wondering what was wrong this time. She sat on the other bed, holding her phone and swiping up and down her screen. “What happened?” I asked. More due to the fact that she can get it over with so I can go back to concentrating […]Read More Why aren’t we “that” pretty? ( Toxic Waste #7)