… and as I slowly crumbled to dust… my last words were…
Please don’t break my heart slow my darling…
He looked at me and twisted the dagger in my heart a bit more. Just for the fun of it.
- Neha
And on a cool moonlit night, he thought he would bring her the ultimate joy, the food for love - Music.
He picked up his guitar and stole the car keys from his dad’s overcoat and sneaked out the More
You are perched again on your favourite tall chair and watch her closely as she hurls insults after insults at you.
She tells you that you are foolish. Something she keeps remindning you of, all the time. She tells you that someday you will get hurt. So bad that you will not be able to stand anymore.
You are trying hard not to laugh. she loves mothering you and you are always willing to be More
I feel foolish. And it’s not often. Another feather in an overcrowded cap. Another notch in a leather belt. A conquest that would soon lose meaning. I cease to be human. I become a silver trophy. Amongst countless other trinkets. In a crystal display.
He calls for people to see his treasure, his feathered cap, his notched belt. I twitch nervously in the crystal display, feeling More
The gold of the day is dissolving into the silver of the night. They are coming out. The wolves. Howling… Calling you to them. Beckoning you.
You wonder if you should go out to play. You wonder if it’s time yet. And then the blue moon is shining it’s wicked smile on More
You look at the reflection in the mirror and smile. What you see pleases you. This is exactly why they all are in awe. Because you have so many avatars. You steal a sly look at the khadi garb that you just removed. Lycra. The feel of the cloth against your skin. Just perfect. For today. You head out into the swarming crowds and up to the towering heights. For a moment the age old fear of the heights More
I sit with my tools. Assortment of brushes, canvasses, colours, apron, water, the works… I sit and I stare. Continously, at the blank canvas. Let me paint something. Oh please let me…
But the canvas is still blank. I can’t much move my hand. Can’t bring it to the canvas. Whats wrong with me? It feels as if im drowning in a sea of inability, in the throes of indifference. Im falling with the dead weight of a guilty More
And I just sat there taking in the scenery as it passed me by. The constant blaring of the ear-splitting horn of this Maruti van, not much contrasting to the scene outisde the windows of this car.
You try to walk… You dont know where you are going. You are under a spell. His spell. You met him in midflight. You were looking for nesting grounds… He was looking for beauty. And you almost ran into him. You almost missed him… What was it? You can’t remember. Today you are under a spell. He knows you want to swing sky high…
He knows you like to play with fire… He knows you are waiting to be consumed.
He apologizes… not for who he is, but for how More
He came knocking on my door at half past two in the morning. Parichay was in deep sleep so I slipped out. He looked good. As always.Smelling so vanilla. If only he had not got married 4 days ago. And I had not got married 2 years ago.
Its been almost two years since I last saw him. It was a different world then. We were young then. Today though it seems More
There is just this one road that leads you to the end. And every time you are tired, you sit at the pavement, watching the silvery lure at the fork of the road. Every time you see it, stretching your legs, it seems even more enticing.
And every time you feel enticed, you give yourself More
So we turned the lights off. And began to not look for it. We thought we didn’t see something for a second. More
Wishing for—
More love,
More books,
More flowers.
You look at the empty room that you reside in. The ticking of the clock is all the ‘life’ there is in this vast emptiness. You lie down on the cold floor. You want to feel the cool that it emanates. It’s wonderful and you close your eyes.
You remember the distinct fragrance of the hair oil that your father used every morning. It’s one of your treasures, your memories of home. You remember every time More
The gold of the day, dissolving into the silver of the night. And you are wondering about a small speck on the globe. So small that it almost erases into insignificance. And yet he is so important. He is packing bit by bit of his life. Uprooting and then travelling all the way around the world to give life to another four walls. He works tediously. It hurts him. Where he broke his back. But he has no choice. Or so he thinks.
You wonder if he has had More
