Saturday night. Tea marathon. Fifth re-read of the First in the series. An eleven year old orphan who lived. A half-giant friend. A wonderful Headmaster with twinkling eyes. Two amazing friends. The Mirror of Erised. I show not your face but your heart’s desire. Erised. Not surprising at all, this entity, which kept showing up […]Read More Saturday Nights & The Mirror of Erised..!
Eyes are the portals to a human’s soul, they say. Roam around on a busy street some fine evening and you see so many of them. Staring. Gazing towards nothingness. Inquiring. Searching. For people. For things. For souls? Like minded. Different veined. To go down on a sweet respite trip with. To settle scores with. […]Read More Of Stranger People and Familiar Eyes..!
We live on a lonely planet. Period. Nah, this ain’t one of those late night, insomniac, incoherent headed, caffeine induced conclusions. Neither is this an overdose of Charles Bukowski. This is the sole thing you realize after a quick solo trip. Actually, lonely doesn’t do justice to what it is. Its somewhere between a struggle […]Read More Of Solo Trippin’ & Soul Searching..!
The aftermath that comes next to a hangover. You. See, the alcoholic forgot you while he was drunk, when his brain couldn’t process what was happening. When he was weak, so vulnerable. Your thought didn’t cross his mind. But you came back when it was all gone. Or maybe, you are interspersed so deep in […]Read More The Forbidden Sixth Shot..!
Where does beauty lie? One photograph. The Optimist, hopes for the scene on the right to transform into something equal to or better than that on the left; The Pessimist, gives up on the situation thinking “dust thou art, unto dust returnest” (literally and figuratively), and knows not that the raw, barren obstacle is actually […]Read More Beauty..!
Unquenchable thirst – jeopardizing fulfillment; Sun kissed during the day, Moon doted by the night. And the Sea – foaming and frothing over her with undying excitement – trying to woo her away, to some far away land. Somewhere he can have her just for himself. The Sea tries harder every time. But the Shore, […]Read More Unrequited..!
The distant smile – strange, out of the way; Amidst this dense population of natural entities, does it seem unnatural? Or just one of those many overwhelming gestures by a known or unknown person – by the traffic signal, in the metro, or in a coffee shop of a faraway land- creepy enough to make […]Read More The Outliers..!
Orionids have been a treat for the amateur astronomer’s eyes down this weekend. For all who enjoy watching stars streaking across the pitch-black canvas of the night sky, meteor showers are gold! Tracking that poor little fragment’s journey as it eventually bursts itself into oblivion. Yes, it does sound sadist when you think of it […]Read More Of Coffee Cravings, Meteor Showers, and Friday Nights..!
Definition: My Place (n) – that one location around you where you forget that there exists a pile load of work to be completed, stack long list of people to be pleased and a box full of situations to be dealt with and fixed; that one place where you turn on the “fuck-the-world” mode, tune […]Read More Cerca Trova..!
3 am. I wake up, quite a rush. No voices around, except for the overhead vent humming callously, unaware of the plight of this insomniac. Not that I blame it though. It shuts off, and the silence is piercing. Some things never change, do they? Even on the other side of the world. As I […]Read More Of Buildings, People, and Nights..!