The little girl stood on the footpath. Lip quivering and a tear-stained heart. 9 years into this world and through a blur, For the first time she saw it in a vivid range of colour. Her legs were stained with red. No. It wasn’t period blood. Black under her eyes. No. It wasn’t the kajal […]Read more "COLOURS"
Men. There you go again. Raping another girl. Shouting on your mother. Asserting your self-claimed superiority. Well if you are truly superior, there’s no need to prove it again and again. Why do you suffer from so much insecurity? Women. The biggest hypocrites of today’s nation. Shouting when a man hits you, laughing when a […]Read more "THE TRUE FACE"
[DISCLAIMER: THIS POST CONTAINS OCCASIONAL USE OF STRONG LANGUAGE.] There are three sections in society. Some are born with rights Some are born with penises And the rest are born girls. Girls definitely have a lot of use How else would a person abuse? Behnchod, motherfucker, would be out of existence Since from the side […]Read more "SAMENESS"
Leafing through the pages of the old diary, she suddenly found a photo. It was an old photo which had lost its glossy finish and now looked more like a disintegrating piece of paper. The thing which stood out prominently was not the age of the picture; it was the message conveyed by it. In […]Read more "The photograph"
Tap….tap….tap… She looked up. She saw a faint but familiar silhouette against the moonlight walking towards her, leaning on a stick. Tap….tap….tap… She stood up. “Don’t be expecting him,” she told herself. The silhouette came closer. Her heart started pounding. He walked up to her. “So….It really is you,” she said, touching his scarred cheek. […]Read more "Pieces of time"
It was 10 pm. All her make-up was done. She was just adding the final touch-ups. A little mascara to the corner of her left eyelash. A final brushing of her long, jet black hair. Her ‘aachal’ was draped gracefully on her left arm. Her perfect curves were accentuated by the sari. She took her […]Read more "Emissaries of the sea"
“I love you,” he said. He pushed her hair behind her ears. “These curls of yours will forever be in our way, beautiful,” he breathed in and out heavily, making sensual noises. She sat, her eyes half-closed in anticipation. All this was new to her. Her lips trembled. She could feel her piloerection and the […]Read more "The converging point"