Dreams

I thought that my reveries would be the ultimate form of my crazy imaginations, but last night a stroke of subconscious genius moved me beyond myself. It is only justified to record this in a blog. We are spontaneous strangers, I love heights and you love the sea, and we are both chasing each of…

Green Days

I am short-lived yet my life can be spread across space as chaos, many visuals and so much veracity. Ambitions of playing the violin to the simple urges of climbing a tree. Being slapped by a teacher in 6th grade or loving the experience of teaching stories to children. Losing it all and collecting it…

The Mute

I feel like we humans are made up of so many layers. There is the spirit, then the feelings and thoughts, and then the senses. And how beautifully they are connected, there are things that can penetrate through the layers so easily. It doesn’t have to hit the sense at first, sometimes, somethings just hold…

Another Day

Where do you keep a mad man? Under the stars with the wind is a good idea, but the transience takes over as the sun comes out and the demons need to hide. That is where it all comes alive, the stagnant introspection of life in quarantine. Questions like what will I do in the…

1. A Vessel for a Vessel

“Do you know how to play a flute?” The voice came shattering my senses just when they were about to give in to sleep. I was not alone in my room. And this was not the voice of anyone I remember listening to, I turned around immediately to find a figure covered in a grey…

Monkey Meditation

I was blessed to wake up early today, from a dreamless sleep to a beautiful reality. Early in the morning, everything is brooding into possibilities, it is empowering to wake up when everyone around you is asleep. Seeking the sunrise is another quest that once can take easily. As I climbed to my terrace, I…

Mushrooms

“Can you smell them?” the fauna held my breath. It was the denser parts of the forest that I usually visited alone. But I brought along a new friend today. I wonder if the trees were surprised to see another person in their area.  “Can you smell them?” I repeated.  “The ghosts.” She replied with…

Char log kitab me hain,Char log kitab ke bahar, Pachas log dimag me hain,Or kuch kharab alfaz. Kehete hain,Ki ye kehena thik nhi,Sunke ye sehena thik nhi. Likhdo. Sehelenge kuch shabd,Tum bhi,Hum bhi. Zyada se zyada,Ek bhuli bhatki kitab.Kuch fizul ki bat.

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“Me likhta hun. Tum log bolo.” “Tujhe pata toh hain yar. Kya bolun me, sala darta kyun hain tu itna. Likhdena.” “Iski mat sun. Take it easy, take a deep breath and then try to write about who you really are.” “Darta hain tu. Nhi likh sakta. Sochta hainki log kya sochenge. Abhi dheka tha?…