Why do you write?

“Writing is the only thing, that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.” –Gloria Steinem You write because you love it, don’t you? But then you look around you and notice that particularly immense edge they have, that unbelievably out-of-the-box wit you hope you possess, that mind-boggling and cleverly…

We are no longer in love

We are no longer in love. Something I have come to realise since we got sick of each other’s movements and scents. His scent became too familiar that it seemed my nose needed the presence of fresh coffee beans, it’s almost always ridiculous––when I think of it. Guess that’s just the way it is. When…

The irony of hot showers

She turned the heater higher, so the splash of the shower burns her skin to its numbness. With her head down, eyes gently closed and her hands touching her breasts—she let the strength of the maximum heat of water embrace her raw self, her nakedness, her pained and tired body. Did I just say tired?…

What is there to fear?

Why, I ask myself, do the stars make me dream more? when the origins of it we couldn’t fully understand? Why, I ask myself, does the rainbow thrill my soul? when the rain puts you in the lowest of low? Call me blind, call me crazy, You may even call me a nobody. But oh,…

I never stopped

It was ten past 7 o’clock in the evening when he showed up in my doorstep. Only if I knew he’s coming, I should’ve atleast put some makeup on. Hell yes, that was the first thing I thought. To my astonishment, I just stared at him and stood like a statue that was too fragile…