Off The Beaten Track

Before you get shocked halfway through reading this, I’ll just tell you now, this was a mother-daughter trip. Also, before condolences start showering in, the head of the family is completely healthy and lives with us. It’s just that the two of us thought that this would be an amazing experience. We had, however, thought…

Free Lancing

Our generation is all for chaos. Steady jobs and cushy packages, Can never compensate for, wanting to be my own boss. Nobody gets to dictate my life, Nobody. That’s acceptable, no? To free-lance for a job? To never commit to an 8-to-5 living? And yet, To free-lance with my heart, Still brings judgment and prying…

Surrender and Soar

A flickering bulb, A pencil stub. An unfamiliar earring in his car, Or perhaps just a broken string in your guitar. The world screams Almost. Nearly. So close. Everything is your reminder, they’re alarms. You’re searching for fragments, To fill that hollow in your chest. Yet, you’re haunted. Those memories torment. Echoing in your thoughts,…

Hot Chocolate

“All set for Christmas, honey?” He asked. “Yup Dad, and the tree looks pretty good, I am sure this time aunt Mary won’t get a chance to criticize your decorating skills!” said Jane with a smile that did not reach her eyes. Everything was ready, the fire burned brightly, the curtains were drawn, the house…

A Drizzle in Aleppo

Mama, it’s raining out there! Why is water pouring from the sky, mom? Is someone crying and is that why we have a storm? Is someone watering the plants from the skies? We’re not plants- the kid loudly cries; I want to go out and play, good bye. Mama, there’s a giant bird in the…

Soft Hail

Jo stormed off the porch and into the lawn. “I couldn’t have handled it better, Richard.” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “It really isn’t my fault that she’s gotten to believe that everything ought to sway her way. You’re the one who lets her have her way in everything. If you ask me, I would…

Warmth is within

Cold leaves rustled beneath my feet, As I chased the dying sunlight, For if the blue spread too soon, There won’t be any refuge in the night Under a streetlight, in golden haze, Sat a beggar scantily clad, Smiled as he saw me, but I had none to spare, So I sat beside him for…

Winter has come

Running nose and wooden doors When get frequent and jammed, Woolen clothes and Game of Thrones When adorned and rammed. Icy snow and

December 13, 2016

Hey Diary! I was supposed to meet my friend, Ria for brunch and shopping at 11. I woke up at 10:30 and hurried and cursed myself for fixing a rendezvous so early on a holiday. Of course, she was mad that I was late but it was all lost in all the fun we had…

December 1, 2016

Dear Diary, I’m back home after what seemed like eternity. I had the most exciting semester but I think my winter will be even more exciting. Things I look forward to do: I am so tired of bad mess food and expensive restaurant food. Mom will be my solace. Aren’t moms amazing? Of course. Exams,…

Palace of Illusions

  “Women have always been the primary victims of war”- Hillary Clinton. Granted that arguments have made their way for this very statement as well, it cannot and must not be absolutely invalidated. For, history, or rather the Great Indian Mythology has time and again illuminated us with the utter helplessness of the bravest of…

Harry Potter and The Cursed Child

  ChooChoo… All aboard the Hogwarts Express. The much awaited eighth installment of the story of the “Boy Who Lived” is here and we’re all sucked into the world of Harry Potter once again. The book is split into two parts. The book starts off with the Potter and Granger-Weasley clan nineteen years from where…