On 2017

I always think of New Year’s Eve as a unique kind of magic where the past and the future exist at once in the present. And as we countdown to it, we’re sharing the burden of our past and committing to the promise of future. That’s the beauty of the year-end. And to celebrate it in my own little way (like I do every year), here goes this post. Hope you’ll be able to bear it until the end. 😊
As the new year is about to begin, it’s about time that we reflect where we are and where all can we be, and slow things down. It’s time that we look back on the happenings of the year and fill our mind with memories- both good and bad. It’s important that we acknowledge all the lessons that we learned in the past year. So here goes my list: Read more

The Unsung Hero

NOVEMBER 10, 1938 – Vienna, Austria

9:30 a.m.

“Do it! It’s what we’ve all been commanded to do, isn’t it? So go on. Pull the trigger!” Shouts a stormtrooper proudly, clad in brown shirt and black pants with black boots reaching up to his knees, flaunting the Nazi’s swastika symbol on a red band worn on his left arm. The troopers are spread across the entire area. Something’s about to happen. And in a split second, another trooper pulls the trigger, and the bullet hits the window pane of a Jewish owned shop, shattering the glass into a million pieces. And something inside me says that life will never be normal again. Read more

Change of Heart

“Meera?”

“What’s up, Mom?” I ask, sensing something horribly wrong in her voice over the phone like she might’ve just had a breakdown.

“Meera..your.. your.. dad..” she stammers and begins to cry.

“Mom, stop crying! What happened?” She doesn’t stop. Chills run down my spine.

“Your dad is admitted here in City Center Hospital. Come here as quickly as possible,” she speaks up after crying for about a minute.

“Mom, why? What happened? Is everything-”, she disconnects. Read more

Aiming Tranquility-2

 

In the café, I pull out a napkin from the holder and momentarily glance out of the window. It’s evening now, and the weather is perfect. The lazy wind makes the leaves on the trees shiver slightly. A perfumery of scents outside chills me up. I close my eyes and breathe in the divine air, and turn my gaze to the napkin. I unfold the napkin and with a pencil, I begin to sketch my dreams on it…                                                                     Read more

The Santa and The Satan

That’s deep. 🙂

Helicaeso

It was dark. The bulb glowed faintly, and was the only source of light. He walked up to the drawer, took a prolonged glance at it. The drawer held the weapon of his vengeance. After a long time,he lifted up his gaze up to face a loathing figure standing in front of him.

A reflection. 

Taking his time, he absorbed the sight lying forth. Hollow eyes, chapped lips, lean frame that indicated a severe case of malnutrition. That was all he could see.

“Too long. I have faced this ordeal long enough. My only friend, my only soul mate, turned against me.All but life was all I ever craved about, but he never understood. Why do I have to face all this? This disease is this the reason why he humiliated me in public, and left my dignity to rot? Well,if this disease is eating him up, it will consume…

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