Tuesday, 26 January 2016


A quick, silent walk down the path to the park.
Blank eyes, following the lines of the way.
Lifeless eyes, staring back at strangers.
Faceless you, walking down the path to the park.
Shoulders bent down, and eyes now downcast. Darkness abound.
One glance up, a smiling face stares back. Grinning and genuine, the intensity hit hard.
A ray of light shone in the distance, followed by the pain.

When you seem to 'need' those people the most, they never seem to be around. So close, yet so far away.

Strangers seem closer then.

Friday, 22 January 2016

Of Expectations

Meena was all sunshine today. Her father had written to her, he had written that he would come see her tomorrow. He will be coming in the evening train, one of the handful of trains that had a stop in their rural land. She was smiling, life was colourful, there was nothing she could want for.


It was the only train of the day. It was due at 4 pm. It was now 4:18. The station master had told her that the train was 20 minutes late. She couldn't wait. There was a whistle of a train far away and her heart jumped up. She was grinning. There, there it was, slowly and grumpily making its way through the golden fields. She stood up. She was the only person waiting on the platform. 4:19. The train finally slid into the station and came to a stop. A two minute stop. She felt her heart would burst. Expectation soared. 4:20. She glanced nervously around. There was still time. Anxiety slowly made its poisonous way into that palpitating organ. 4:21. The train whistled. Her eyes were wide, frantic, hopeful, ever hopeful. 4:22. The station master pulled out the green flag and the train started moving.
Disappointment coursed and crashed into her. She thought her heart would break. She clutched her chest and backed away. Not again, no. But he promised, the thought was involuntary. Just like the promises made before, and then broken. Naive, that's what she was. She stared blankly at the train in the distance. The light of hope was gone. Gone off a face far too young to know what its like to live without that light.The station master spared a glance filled with pity at her and moved back into his cabin. She sat there, staring at nothing for a long time. There was pain. Silent tears rolled off her cheeks.
6:55. Shoulders squared, she rose, resolve made. Never again, she promised herself. And then with her head held high, she made her way back home alone.

Wednesday, 20 January 2016


I am a firm believer of the fact that if people wanted to be in someone's life they'd make a genuine effort to do so. I believe, noone is too busy to not make time for someone they truly care of. A text, a call, anything, is never too much taxation on someone who really wants to be close to you.

Of experiences.

Sunday, 10 January 2016

Lessons Learnt


Growing up is dealing with your problems on your own.

As I sit here and write this, I cannot help but feel a little proud of myself. It doesn't amount to much when compared to others around the world, but it's my little victory and it means a lot to me. And that makes me happy.

Wednesday, 6 January 2016

She was scared of the dark. And she was scared of the men. They didn’t believe her stories.
They didn’t believe her until the marks on her skin started showing.

She was talented, successful, beautiful and earned well.
The prospective groom rejected her because she was too ‘dark’.

He grabbed the chocolates before his cousin could and ran away.
He put one in his mouth and grimaced. The chocolate was dark.
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