The perfect lie

When Maa says that her daughter’s lips looks beautiful just with its natural color and the lipstick is something her pretty lips don’t need, I cringe. I want to scream and sit on the floor and cry like a baby all in that very instant. And in the very next, I realize it would hurt…

We could never be us

it’s been a long time. since we last connected, or so i thought. it’s been a long time since i have smelled your perfume that dusty Park Avenue smell, and smiled shyly of the knowledge that you’re around. it’s been a long time since i was in love with you. the very first time. my…

The disintegrating sun

And God said, “If they ask where the colors came from, tell them it was from the Sun. Tell them that when the Sun undressed its fire, the universe started to pick up its colors. They all picked up the color they liked most. That’s how trees got green, the sea blue and the sky..well,…

Lullaby

Stay there,close your eyes and stay. Stay there,cause u deserve to stay. Stay there,curl inside her breast. Stay there,close your eyes and stay. As your tiny hands try to catch the air as they try to find her hands. As your tiny self tries to fit in there as you look at her and smile…..

Collected stories – colours

“How utterly different would life be if humans were made of different colours. Each a different shade. And a change in their colour had a specific meaning attached to it. One would turn a light lavender while meditating, blood red when angry, a tinge of indigo with the purest beige when shy and shiny white…

The letter

  “I hope the Marigold knows that her geometry and chroma baffles us. I hope the Rose knows that she sings jazz to the human hearts of love and passion. And most of all, I hope the Marigold never wishes to be the Rose. And the Rose never wishes to be the Marigold. Ever.” wrote…

Collected stories – The Songbird’s eggs

“Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas-abstract, invisible, gone once they’ve been spoken-and what could be…

The Moon on a Bamboo tree

Part 1   That’s the thing about marriages, you can never really know what’s going inside. Because, there aren’t just  two surfaces in it named outside and inside. No, dear. There are many. All arranged as levels of both inside and outside. Out of which some are elastic, having no definite nature but able to…

The Infinite Realm broken down 3.0

Day 3. He. Subject’s title – lost Observations are made from many distances. The distance of observation I had with my subjects while I wrote the other two posts were much greater than the one about whom I am going to forward my opinion about, in here. This one’s to the lost boy. Once upon…

An Ode to Tezpur

There are certain queer affinities we carry in our hearts. Ones which when asked, “Why?”, can’t be answered. One such affinity I carry with me is, for a place. A place on earth which still retains the graceful touch of Nature. Where lambs are still innocent and the sky is still a beautiful infinity.  For…

“Being Human”

Well, this article is about the under-rated “being human” phrase. Not under-rated, to be precise. You can call it more of a half-rated. And that’s because we have always used this phrase someway or the other to glorify the human ship in us. I don’t understand this concept, actually. How we can only accept our…

To the man behind a camera

🙂 Hello, I hope you are in good health and happiness. Today, I sat down to write this letter out of sheer curiosity. I wanted to ask to you quite a few things. I wanted to ask you how it feels standing at the back of a tripod stand, looking at the world in parts,…