The Pseudo Sun I rolled it out of clay; of humbleness and peace. I bathed and lathered it in tears; of love and joy. I molded it, with care; into everything I ever wished for. It reflected a lot that I had always wanted. …

He looked back, and stared long into that void. The picture was clear in front of his eyes, but he did not seem to make anything out of it. Turned a little when he, a child came running out of the void he had been staring into for so long…

I’ve thrived in an environment where reflections were a much common concept, and were even appreciated. Now, being in an environment where you lose track of even your thoughts, let alone reflections is kind of…’difficult’. But that lingering feeling of wanting to sit back, and look at things from a…

I stood in a line, Face to face with life. I asked all these questions, To which none was ever replied. I took a step, and a thousand pieces fell apart, I took another, and I felt reins on both my arms. Finally broken, I stood in the sun, and…

You look over your shoulder, slowly turn around and you’ve this whole picture painted in front of you; ugly yet elegant, painful yet joyful, mellow yet bright, gloomy yet chirpy, and sad yet happy — imperfect but still so perfect and all that, all this, seems to have passed so…

PROSTITUTION Why do I write on these topics and make my heart ache! I hate myself for this. Anyways, we need to talk. Real bad. So let’s do it! One of the things that I hate most in life, is for a stranger to touch me in a way that makes me…

–MARDANGI– "You need to man up." "You need to act like a man." "You need to be strong." "You need to always be in control." "Oh please! Stop crying like a girl." –

There are certain parts of ourselves that we lose over time and we forget about them, until unless we subconsciously, out of nowhere, think of them like a dream, forgotten right after you’ve had it, and remember, later, part by part: some faded, some vague and some clear as a…

"He was back on the train remembering how his aunt had told him something quite similar to what he has witnessed just recently, about a woman whose husband was a drug addict and he would beat her casually for money and how people asked her, 'Why don’t you just leave…