This Curse of Mine

My unhappiness does not stem from tragic or unsavoury situations alone. It also comes from me having a head over my shoulders. From me having a high IQ and high standards. From my ability to think about existential questions. From my potential to see through people in a matter of minutes. From my capacity to feel... Continue Reading →

2016: The Year That Was

If I have to pick a single word to describe the year that was - considering no major upsets or joys come my way in the one week that remains - 2016 has been all about introspection. There have been highs of the kinds I’ve never experienced before. And lows of the kind I haven’t... Continue Reading →

The Scapegoat by Daphne du Maurier

What if you could run away from your life and assume the life of another? That’s what the protagonist of Daphne du Maurier’s novel yearns for. As a professor, John is well-versed in the French history, but he never does feel that oneness that a Frenchman would. He considers himself an outsider, leading a life... Continue Reading →

Day 4: Venice of the North

The first thing that strikes me about Amsterdam during the light of the day is the city's architecture. From historical buildings to canal houses to innovative modern designs, Amsterdam must surely be a delight for design lovers.

A Girl Reduced to a Series of Texts

I loved the age when technology could not touch me, could not pervade my senses, could not creep into my personal space. If someone wanted to reach me on the phone, they would leave messages for me on my landline, and I would call back, at my leisure. When friends made plans, we didn't end up... Continue Reading →

On Mute

So this post is going to be one long rant about everything that is not so good in my life at the moment. Yes, it's a journey into self-pity. Long years past, a then good friend of mine told me, on one of my 'feeling-blue' days, that I was simply wallowing in self-pity. Him saying that... Continue Reading →

#OneLoveStory Blocked

It's a blind date (or the version of blind dates that exist in 2016). It's the first time the girl is meeting the guy. Girl in pink pants, golden shoes. Guy: You're flamboyant Girl rolls her eyes. You're judgemental. She thinks to herself. Guy: Wow, that's a designer watch you're wearing. You like watches? Girl: Yes,... Continue Reading →

A Happy Ending?

How is it that it becomes the ultimate pursuit of life? As if we are reading our own life's stories and skimming through all the pages, skipping paragraphs, flipping pages in a hurry, just to reach the end that says "happily ever after". I grew up reading fairy-tales. And I believed them. In all sincerity. I... Continue Reading →

I don't want a happily ever after; I want a happy every day

Where are you?

Dear Diary, I can't remember what you look like! I left you somewhere three weeks ago, and now, no matter where I look, I can't seem to find you. You contained all of my heart; everything I ever thought that I wanted to write, I penned it in, in you. But I left you by... Continue Reading →

Day 2: A Very Touristy London

9 a.m. and I'm in front of the Big Ben. There's something surreal about capturing that moment, the imprint of that exact time. That hour of the first day of the week when I should be holed up in my cubicle, encased in a glass building. But I'm not. Not on this Monday at least.

Awful Reading Count

If there's one new year resolution I make each year (and since 2013 I've taken it more seriously than previously), it is to read 50 books a year. Paperbacks. Ebooks. First-time reads. Reading a favourite again. Living my days in 1,000 page tomes or indulging in 100 page novellas that I can get through in... Continue Reading →

#OneLoveStory Unlocked

S.B. - No Friday evening is complete without you. Or Thursday. Or Wednesday. The Setting: A bistro The Hour: Just the one when you dine The mind wanders. To the next table. A regular guy, a regular girl. Friday night. Date night? We don't know. So I begin a game with S.B. How will the... Continue Reading →

An Accidental Connection

One of my very good friends once told me that to truly connect with someone, you must assess three types of attachment - physical, mental and emotional. The same friend also said that to truly discover a person you must converse with them in three ways - meet them in person, talk to them over the phone and text... Continue Reading →

Sometimes I Cry for Lesser Reasons

For lost one-sided love For lost unrestrained laughter at the pretend miseries of friends For lost self-deprecating humour For lost faith in myself when I disappoint someone For lost innocence of my childhood For lost opportunities of saying "I miss you", "I love you", "Goodbye"

I tasted the ocean, and never had life felt as intense as it did in that moment of dying

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