I wonder how you’ve been doing, Then I ask my silly self, what’s the use? It’s a world of heartbreak and pain, There’s no place for nostalgia or a second thought. I see the crescent moon, Glowing like the ghost of a smile, In the backdrop of pessimistic clouds. This night reminds me of another, … Continue reading THAT MOON SONG
Identity. What does this word mean today? The struggles of linking your PAN with your Aadhar Card, for most. For some, it’s their quirky, sarcastic tinder bio that they probably spent more time writing that their grad dissertation. There’s the friend with a DSLR who has to click your ‘candid pictures’ to be put up… Continue reading “Strangers in the Night”
Nothing sells more than it, nothing kills more than it. It comes around like a strong, lingering smell of spices, the minute you think you’ll die of hunger. You think you can conquer it all, but then the strongest crumble like puff pastry as soon as they get a whiff of nostalgia. Life, as and… Continue reading THE BEAUTIFUL LIAR AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL HAUNTINGS.
One thing I have never been able to figure out has been love. I claim to have been in love; I have seen scores of movies and read countless books that talk about love but I am still not sure what the significance of it all is. An attempt to delve into it, if not… Continue reading HOYTOH.
A drunk birthday, turning 22 Meeting friends, old and new Reconciling with some Finding differences with a few That’s how the month of July flew. A new class, new people I’m back to school. I’ve been finding closure, Now I listen to ‘loved you like a fool’ It’s a new beginning, yet a not-so-new… Continue reading JULY OF ’17
Love. Possibly, the most irrational emotion in the world. The last thing love ever is , is rational. Never has anyone ever been practical before falling for someone. Love may not be entirely blind, but love does involve really blurry vision (like me without my contacts). While discussing a book with a friend, we both… Continue reading GRAMOPHONES AND BLURRY LOVE.
Recently, in a conversation about the whole hook up culture that has enthralled the current generation, my friend sent me a picture saying “Being a hopeless romantic stuck in a hookup culture is a special kind of hell”, captioned ‘that’s you’. Now, I wouldn’t claim that I am a hopeless romantic because romance is cheesy… Continue reading ABOUT BUTTS, HOOK UPS AND A CERTAIN CHAUHAN