Dear Grey-haired uncle.

Dear grey-haired uncle, Remember me? Of course, you do. I saw the fear on your face, when you saw me, yesterday. You, still remember me as that little girl in the 7th grade, don’t you? An age from which, I remember nothing, I remember you. “No, ma. I won’t go to that man’s house I […]

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Blurred Faces.

Somewhere whilst growing up, our faces blurred out. Our personalities lost within, our sharpened bodies. Nurse brings in the new born. “What was your first born?” She asks the mother. “A boy.” The mother replies. “Congrats! your family is now complete.” She says, handing over a baby girl. The mother smiles unaware of this social […]

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Love is not always enough.

I distinctly remember that day. A rush of adrenaline gave me the courage to do something I had never seen myself doing, ever. My ego most often ruled over me. With a virgin mojito each. You and I sat looking through pictures, at our ‘adda'(place). I can’t remember what we spoke about because my mind […]

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That Place.

That Place. Everyone has a place that’s close to them on an intimate level. Some sort of go-to place. Knowingly or unknowingly we keep finding ourselves back there, in that place. To some, this may be their Happy place. Mine is more like a place where my mind turns blank. I’ve experienced a rush of […]

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Dear 16-year-old Me.

Dear Me at 16, Mom freaked out on seeing that neighbor boy talk to you. Later that day, Dad freaked out too (How could you have a male friend? OMG). They eventually accept that you have friends who are boys. It takes them two years but they’re cool, now. Dad offers beer to my guy […]

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I see myself in Her.

“Aunty, the ball fell in your garden.” This girl said, knocking on my gate this evening. I had gone outdoors with a mug of tea and a book to read. But their game had gotten interesting and soon enough, I was engrossed. I saw so much of myself in her. I was this little girl […]

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Grown up or Gone numb?

Never before did she take off on a road trip on her own. Afraid of losing her way and of the highway. Riding just a little above economy was enough to give her butterflies. Here She is now, off on her bike all alone. Hits the highway at 100 and does not feel a thing. […]

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The wreck You left behind.

Look at what you’ve done, Taken her sanity like it was your own. Watching the fire You started, Smother it till it dies, Slowly and then all at once. You let out a smile, your bait. Like She was a kill to display on your wall. Bloody proud of the Wreck  You created of an […]

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Homecoming or Vacation from Home?

The first time you returned home, you felt relief. Happiness. Protected. You wanted to make the best use of those seven days that you were home for. When things got rough away from home, you wanted to run home to your comfort zone. Once you were there, everything seemed right, in place, and you didn’t want anything to […]

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South-Indian In Gujarat.

The content below is purely for fun and humour, please save the Hate for ATMs. 😀 Much before I landed there, I was warned. Informed rather, of the jokes I should expect as a South-Indian In North. Firstly, How is Gujarat North? Please explain. *rolls eyes* Did you know how much confusion the letter “H” […]

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