I respect the power the change in weather can have over a person’s general mood. When the clouds cover the sun on a particularly sunny day, and the breeze washes over you, tenderly caressing your face and ruffling your hair. Almost as if it whispers a secret only the two of you share. It calms … More The Power of Weather
Sometimes your heart gets heavy. It’s weighed down by all the demands of daily life. You stop for a moment, take a deep breath. I tend to look through old photographs when that happens. There’s just something about a moment captured in time. Seeing a particular hairstyle again can transport you back to a different … More Of Photographs and Thoughts
In the last three years, the state of Maharashtra witnessed the worst drought in its recorded history, over 60,000 farmers committed suicide and many more were left with poor crops and massive debt. … More Revolutionising the Farming of Maharashtra
I’ve never been a crying person. I think I am like my mother in that aspect. Although we don’t have much in common, this one trait holds true for the both of us. This is the first thought that goes through my mind after I received the call from the doctor. “Come home” he said. … More How Blue Is My Sapphire?
How different life would be if a heart could speak How differently would we hear voices then How different would be our ideas of beauty And how different would be our attraction How loud would be the voice if one were to break How quiet would be the person who walked without a heart How … More If Hearts Could Speak
Oceans. Waves. Rising. Crashing. Thoughts. Galaxies. Swirling. Chaos. Murky. Deep. Lost. Helpless. Flailing. Surrender. Guilt. Shame. Regret. Sadness. Fading. Grasping. Failing. Tears. Goodbyes. Memories. Cycles. Enter. Stay. Love. Exit. Remorse. Indifference. Blame. Acceptance. Release. Changes. Bittersweet. Floating. Flying. Falling. Reality. Party. Alone. Breathe. Laugh. Sing. Write. Hope. Despair. Light. Feel. Embrace. Life. Life. Life.
Every eyelid hides a story. Some are very hard to read, some spill forth with endless tales, borne out of secret pain. Some scurry frantically, seeking some fleeting refuge. While some bore into you, wrenching out deep stories you didn’t even know were there.
Of late, I have been giving a lot of thought to friends-old and new-who come into our lives, make us wonder how we had ever lived without them, and then go away, leaving no trace behind. Some people whom we had promised to stay in touch with forever, end up as just another person on … More Friends: A Story Of Loss
I have a confession to make. A haunting one. One scary enough to send chills down someone’s spine, and something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I can’t remember the last time I sat down to write. Am I ashamed of myself? Yes. Does that realization make me miserable and question my capabilities, beliefs … More My Writing Schedule (or lack thereof)
All the baby vampire wanted was to play with his friends. But they never felt the same way. “You’re too cold.” They’d say. “Vampires suck!” They’d say. This made the baby vampire very sad. He could live forever, but he had no friends. One day, a baby werewolf sat next to him. “Why do you … More Baby Vampire