The Blahcksheep
#LoveMonth Notes on love and relationships, friends and their experiences, films and writing and maybe climate change … It was in 2006 that Al Gore’s “An Inconvenient Truth” introduced some of my classmates to the urgency of climate change and how our generation needed to be on a war footing and work to be able to …
#LoveMonth You can also read this piece in Nepali, translated by Anshu Chhetri here. My family often makes me wonder if the tradition of marriage originated in India. Our ancestors planted saplings on the fertile Indus valley, got married, produced children and the saga continues. Is that how an entire civilization grew? I have been …
#LoveMonth 15th July, 2020The phone beeps for the seventh time in a row. The coffee on my bedside table has turned cold. The sunlight creeps in from the parted crimson curtains, your silhouette creaking from the walls of the next room; both falling on the newspaper folds. The white floral bed sheet still smells of …
#LoveMonth हाँ तोह बताइए, प्यार क्या है, वो कहाँ है? क्या वो किताबों में है या फिर गुलाबों में आसमान के चाँद सितारों में या ज़मीन के खेत खलियानों में है? तो जनाब आपको बतला दें – वो ना चाँद सितारों में है ना ही ग़ालिब और बशीर बद्र की क़िताबों में।। वो शायद उस आचार …
#LoveMonth Every time I start writing something, I wonder if I should. “What is the point of it?” my inner self asks. Maybe there is no inner self. But that’s for another day. The first instance of love you encountered was in kindergarten when you had a crush on the guy who was rubbing his …
#LoveMonth Blurb: This piece ‘Maa (or Mother) Taught Me’ is very close to my heart. It talks about the little ways in which my mother coped with my father’s death and the lessons I learnt from my their heart-wrenching love story. for every time my fatherwould be away on business tripsmy mother would take up …
#LoveMonth If you want To love someone You have to let them be free And if they are not a free person You have to let them be Let them flutter in And flutter out (Like a butterfly) Let them pitter in And patter out (Like a drizzle) Let them snow themselves inside Their own …
#LoveMonth (asha, do you hear me?) I am a pretty little liar covered up with the façade of bewitching mendacity dipped in succulent nectar. Perhaps, broken teenagers, dream, and talk to shadows forgetting that (un)loving someone I once loved with all of myself is also an art not many can master. I am holding onto …
#LoveMonth “On our final drags of air we agree, I was and you were happy.”- Josefien The evening sun adds more shape and colour to my otherwise empty room.I’m the sole inhabitant hereMy woes and my joysSimply my own.Have you ever been swallowed by silence?It’s a brooding creatureWeighing down on your heart.Waiting for you to …
#LoveMonth The newspaper slapped the table as it landed. Boldly, it read: “¾ PEOPLE IN FONTAINHAS DIE ON CHRISTMAS DAY FROM KISSING ON MISTLE POINT”. The past few weeks had Mondays starting with sensational headlines and wonky statistics: “¾ MEN IN FONTAINHAS ARE NAMED MARIO” “¾ MEN WILL SUFFER FROM CARDIAC ISSUES AT SOME POINT …