You do not understand, she says. Explain it to me then, I beg. It’s not easy, she whispers. It’s not impossible either, I say. She opens her mouth, as if to gather her thoughts. As I know any thoughts on the subject must start from that incident that spawned this whole ugly train of events, … More The alter-ego speaks
Look outside the window. Go on, do it. No, don’t read any further. Sit near your window first. There? Okay. Now… look outside. Forget whatever is on your mind. Look at that tree over there – the huge tree that has been bent due to the constant wind every year. Such a graceful bow. The … More Magic, served right under your window
Eyes. Bloodshot, tired, drooping. Eyeliner smeared all over the edge of the eyelids. The waterproof mascara holds on, keeping the eyelashes raised up high, as if in pride. Mouth. Dried lips, crusts of saliva sticking to the edge. Red lipstick on the chin, looking like swallowed blood that has left its delicious remains. Nose. Torn … More Pick your metaphor
What happens when something goes terribly wrong? When events take a turn you had never expected in your lifetime? When a life-changing disaster occurs? It could be anything : a parent’s death, a rape, a kidnapping – any traumatic event in your life. Once you are out of the shock, and reality begins to sink … More The Why of it
Look into someone’s eyes. What do you see? Large, beautiful eyes. Eyes that are more innocent than a rose bud. Eyes that bring back memories of childhood, when all that was needed to make you happy was your mother’s attention. That make you want to protect the possessor of the eyes from the … More Window to the soul, or not?
I know what I want. Difficult as it is, I more or less know how it is to be achieved. I know the hard work will be worth it. I know that I have never wanted anything more in my life. But just as I get ready to take that first step towards trying to … More Knowing and yet….
A friend of mine on Facebook recently sent a request to another person in my friend list. Seeing me as the only mutual contact and not knowing the other person too well, the receiver of the request asked me ‘What kind of a person is she? Should I accept?’ I answered without missing a beat,’She’s … More Being grey.
I wake up, drenched in sweat. My heart is hammering away. I look around. It’s a brilliant day, the sunshine glistening on the red rooftop of the neighbours. By all accounts, I should be happy. But instinct tells me something is wrong. Something is missing. What is it? I look at myself. Nothing wrong with … More In fond memory….
Nightmares. Evil, lurking, dark. And changed. It’s no longer just a rewind. Not enough with devouring the past, it’s planning to gobble down the present. To infest it, to make it as miserable as the past. What’s scary is that it’s both predictable and unpredictable. Predictable because they occur with frightening regularity. And unpredictable because … More The present has died too