A short poem about my pics in his wallet — You had me in your wallet for about 5 years… Wherever you went You took me with you… Highs and lows From street vendors to airports… I have seen coins and heavy notes… I have seen empty compartments and your newest debit cards… I have seen grocery lists and broken buttons next to me too… Your dad…

This is probably the hardest part for any writer- writing about oneself. As I sit here on a Sunday, hoping for the rain to come, I find it rather hard to ‘again’ write about myself. I have done it a hundred times, for social media bios, for job applications, for…

A great story can sure stay stuck in your head but a few lines of poetry have the power to remain in your heart and soothe your soul for as long as you remember them. Poetry isn’t just an intelligent combination of words made to rhyme at certain places, rather…

As a child, I can’t recall what sadness really felt like. It was always buried inside trivial things that seemed so important at that time. It was always something that could be mended, or, at least, replaced… As I grew up, I realized that only a few sadnesses haunt us…

Enjoy this light-hearted article based on a real-life incident — To start with, the pain I am going through right now is telling me the burns aren’t a joke. But since I am still able to write, they aren’t that severe. I am just doing it because, for me, it’s the best way to let go of the pain. I…

When I was in the third year of my college, I was depressed. I had no one to talk to, no one who could understand what I was going through. I was living in a hostel, and to make myself feel better, I decided to find motivating thoughts that no…

I don’t know if you believe in them. I don’t want you to agree with me. But when I see you or look inside those eyes, I always find glimpses of our past. A PAST that only comes back in deja vu, a past from a different life. It is…

Here’s a funny story (worth contemplating) — Many many years ago, when I and my cousins were kids, we were so fascinated by balloons of all sorts. Once a year, our whole joint family used to spend time together in our ancestral house. Those were the days of finding treasures and sharing laughs. I, being the eldest…

On the ‘Maybe’ and ‘Maybe Nots’ — Maybe it’s not about FLYING HIGH All the time; into the vacant AIR Maybe it’s not about enduring all the pain Because you think you DESERVE it… Maybe it’s not about getting envious of the people watching you from a BETTER PLACE Maybe it’s not about fulfilling your childhood dreams… …