Why? Because I have a stake in this. What is at stake? My life. As a conscientious Indian woman, it is not too difficult for me to imagine myself, after a pompous wedding and a handful of dowry that proclaims my family's social and financial status, go into an abusive relationship that may take my … Continue reading The land of the brides who burn in gold.
Almost there.
Where does all the almost sent messages, the almost called calls, the almost said thoughts, the almost taken decisions, the almost opened up feelings, the almost expressed emotions, the almost written notes, the almost committed suicides, the almost bitten apples, go? Do they ever know that they were all almost?
To Dreams.
Why can't you always take me to where I long to be, and rather not manifest me with blood and insecurities and everything I don't want? Why can't you always show me how I like him to be, and rather not blow on me how he'd hurt me and stab me and take everything I … Continue reading To Dreams.
Don’t.
Have you ever realized how you become normal for others when you actually stop acting normally and start acting weirdly, and how you become weird for others when you actually stop acting weirdly and start acting normally? Then don't try to. It's not nice. So now let me go back to acting weird.
She looks like you.
It's hard. Painting that picture of yourself, who looks like you. Who looks busy, while counting the number of roof tiles on the next house. Who looks composed, while being a whole mess so not fit to be embraced because it's too much chaos. Who looks beautiful, while the paining scars keep creating a masterpiece … Continue reading She looks like you.
The shrewdness we are all nurturing.
We've talked enough and more about 'Don't get raped' rather than 'Don't rape' and 'Don't provoke' rather than 'Don't get provoked'. We've talked about making the laws stricter, and the only thing that gets stricter are the curfews, the restrictions, and the no's. This is not about it. Rather, this is about the way we … Continue reading The shrewdness we are all nurturing.
The hills and the valleys.
A man of the hills he was, rough and rugged till his heart, serene and vulnerable within it. A lady of the valleys she was, pristine and ornate outside, weathered and vigorous inside.
Another Phenom. 