Today is different We pack only toys and giggles in our bag Giving worries some alone time. As we set out, to embrace the warmth of the evening skies Tired eyes eager to witness a glorious view Today feels different Feet buried in the warm cozy sand The wounds washed clean by the soothing waves…

It will end the agony For you left too early too alone Trusting yourself that I will thrive I live because that is the rule After all I am your daughter You never taught me to ‘quit’ One thing I learnt for sure, other than existing in a world where you don’t anymore, That the…

The lights indoor flickered while the lightning outside proudly performed her one-woman show for the city dwellers. Music was playing in the background at a volume that was perfect for a conversation. The apartment felt bright and happy with small trinkets and pillows, which was Meher’s idea of decor. While Diya added the necessities like…

I wonder if they wonder Every time I leave the room, I wonder if I am bid goodbye with ‘Smirks’. Each time I enter a conversation, I wonder if I am welcomed with a ‘Sigh’. And what happens when I talk too much I wonder if there is ‘restlessness’ in the room A hurry to…

The sound of the wind on a full moon night has a totally different effect than any horror flick ever. I was reading sitting at my desk sipping warm chamomile tea. The room was flooded with the scent of lavender. I won’t deny, that I did wonder, how one small candle could have such a…

‘Sun has a sinking feeling every evening, yet it wakes up every morning’. I have lived by this proverb for almost the whole of my adult life. I am what everyone calls, ‘a survivor’. But to be honest, I am a fake. Yes, I am a grown ass woman, who pretends to be under control,…

I was scrubbing the toilets so hard that I could for the first time feel my fingertips getting numb. It is weird, right? Numb fingertips. My hands had become so dry over the months that no amount of hand creams could soften them. That magical cream did not exist. Cleaning had become an integral part…

I don’t remember many pre-divorce vacations, because I was only 10 when my parents separated. The transition was as smooth as it could possibly be. I was transported to the best boarding school in the country. Unlike other regular parents, mine chose that was located the farthest from home. So this way they did not…

I close my eyes and I am time-tunneled to another world where I see myself riding my bike on a cold yet warm early morning on the roads that belong to my childhood. Riding through the same old potholes, feeling secure in their existence. It is a morning after one of the coldest nights, as…

You ask, “Why the fuss?” Well, I can tell you why? But honestly, do you have the patience to hear me? You ask HOW a black and white picture will change anything in this world? I have some insight on that, if you are interested? I have lived in the world that was made FOR…