“Well! I am here. Let’s go!” said the Reaper. She turned around to look at him. A very handsome-looking man, in a black overcoat, stood there with his hands behind his back, smiling. He had well-combed, laid-back hair and features that looked far too perfect
Another one of my childhood heroes bites the dust. One of the most badass and legendary wrestlers, Brock Lesnar, whom I grew up watching, who literally spanned my entire childhood, and who is the only reason I still watch WWE to this day, has finally
Only recently, a dear colleague of mine, with whom I had shared camaraderie for almost three years, was laid off abruptly by my organisation. It’s not the first time they have done it, so ideally, I shouldn’t have felt as much, but this time it
As I lay there in an empty room, with empty feelings, stillness wrapping me like a soft blanket, I stared at the shadows cast by the curtains by the feeble light coming through the window. My mind played tricks on me, turning it into a
I fearIf I don’t rub my thumb on the back of your fingers,I might forget what holding your hand felt like.I fearI will lose my sense of touch firstOut of all the human senses. I fearIf I don’t hug your body with all my might,I
Only recently, I was hit by some kind of viral infection that knocked me out of action for a few days. One day in particular, I was suffering from a high fever and spent the entire day sleeping. I couldn’t bring myself to wake up
है एक बवंडर, मेरे घर के बाहर, जो अक्सर मेरी मज़बूत दीवारों को झंझोड़ कर रख देता है। होता है कभी-कभी मेरा घर किलकारियों से प्रज्वलित, कुछ अस्थायी भाव आते हैं, जाते हैं, रहते हैं मेरे इर्द-गिर्द, पर फिर न जाने कब एकाएक उस बवंडर
I lost a hairband that I liked to wear. I liked how it felt on my head. It had a gentle, wavy design That combed my hair back— Neither too hard Nor too soft. It clung to me with a silent “I got you“ promise.
I had the good fortune of experiencing the amazing New Delhi Book Fair this year, and the reason couldn’t have been more perfect. The Convent had found its place on one of the shelves there, and it was the perfect pretext to visit something I
तुम आते इस सर्द में तो तुम्हें मख़मली रजाई बन अपने भीतर समा लेता। जब तुम आँख मूँदकर सोते, तो तुम्हारे बालों में अपनी उँगलियों की कंघी से बेबात तुम्हें सँवारता। वह बिन तेल मालिश, जो तुम्हारे सिर के पीछे बेवजह कभी शुरू, कभी ख़त्म
