Memories Of A Broken Umbrella (2 min read)

I met her after ten years. She looked nothing like she did all those years back. Her face was drawn, eyes baggy and a messy bun hanging loose behind her neck. Her struggle with keeping the half-broken umbrella in place over her head propelled me to ask my driver to pull over. The window rolled … Continue reading Memories Of A Broken Umbrella (2 min read)

The Awakening At Dawn (2 min read)

It seemed my insides were being singed by the flame of the words as I read the letter on. Smoke billowed from the cigarette between my fingers and spiralled up. I realized I needed a drag badly but my hands remained transfixed. The words didn’t add up anymore, though my eyes swept over them. I … Continue reading The Awakening At Dawn (2 min read)

A Wrapping Paper (1 min read)

Modernism is a flashy wrapping paper under which lies the age-old reality. The reality that nothing has changed. People, mentality, expectations and opinions. As you get older, with time, this epiphany hits you. A little hard in the face. Till one day back, I was engaged to be married. I'd been with him for five … Continue reading A Wrapping Paper (1 min read)

At The Horizon (1 min read)

I spent days desiring a life that I live now. I would look far into the horizon where the ocean and the sky met. My eyes would scintillate trying to find the horizon where my dreams and reality would meet. Days passed. Months and then years. I stand at this juncture now, where my dream … Continue reading At The Horizon (1 min read)

Come find me (A couplet)

My tired eyes seek you in darkness, in tears and howls; can you come find me I’m bound with the chains of onus; can you come take my shackled soul with thee Written by Chirasree Bose

Five Hundred Rupee Note ( 2 min read)

Sometimes all you should be is selfish. All you have to do is train your mind to think about yourself. Not others. About your dream. Not others'. About walking your own path, not the one paved by others. I was eighteen when I was married off. I was a matriculate. I had come third in … Continue reading Five Hundred Rupee Note ( 2 min read)