The Blahcksheep
“Good morning, Sanya!” I received a Whatsapp text from Dharam, my account manager. I have five missed calls from him. The text, which sounds like a greeting, is a passive-aggressive bomb regarding my laxity. But I am accustomed to this. “I will handle him,” my brain reverts back, as I get the blanket off myself …
Emotions, especially those with negative connotations, refuse to leave. They are like stubborn long term head-aches which keep coming back until you get a proper diagnosis. Quite like those head-aches, in the beginning one wouldn’t even consider them a problem because things happen, sometimes you are just tired or have tormented the poor brain too …
As the sun rose to a new Sunday, she found it blissful to remain wrapped in the sheets for a little longer. Her slumber had slipped away into the daylight. But of course it was a Sunday ritual to lay in bed for longer hours than usual. Along with the monotony of Sunday, it was …
Versatile genres of Music tweaking, nudging the right and left of the virile brain, and the chalice of the Heart dancing along, as if invited by the tree, this tree, my two firm feet walk backwards, as I squat down into a variance of a #malasaña, my eyes now assessing the neighbouring Trees. I wonder …
These days writing is becoming more and more of a glamorous profession. It’s kind of cool, you might say, to become an author. Often, I get asked by wannabe writers how I made it as a full-time professional writer. At first, I used to think people wanted to know about my writing process, or how …
I watch a lady bug crawl across the ground as my neighbourRecounts the death of his brother to my mother.The pain in his voice is too much to bear And so I focus my eyes on its tiny dotted wings. The intake of a sharp breath brings back my attention.My mother’s face is clouded in …
In this piece titled “The Dirty Me” the author says she is ashamed to show herself. She is ashamed to show them. Because the society that she grew up in, tells her how she is not supposed to be. I am unattractive. I am struggling with ill-favored looks that don’t present me in a pleasant …
#LoveMonth romance (n.) /rə(ʊ)ˈmans,ˈrəʊmans/definition: a quality or feeling of mystery, excitement, and remoteness from everyday life. Romance is a thrill, not necessarily associated with love or passion.Romance is kinky lovemaking, hanging upside down on a tree, celebrating love when hate is in fashion.Love is the only way all living beings can experience the thrill and …
The artist uses mud to make toys only he can make, He is satisfied with his premature work Sitting back, he wipes the beads of sweat on his forehead with his muddy hands. His wife calls him for lunch. He leaves the slimy unfinished toys unprotected, Hoping to come back in a short while. These …
You took my hand and you placed it on your soul you let me wander around your brain in search of something more. You shed your skin and wiped your tears And all this while I was stuck to the ground Drowning in your fears You opened your mouth and there was silence and what …