Some of us are faces. Some, are voices. Faces are beautiful. Voices, profound. Some days I wake up feeling a hollow within myself. My purposelessness resonates so loud within me that I feel very trashed. I fool myself with dress up, make up, cheer up. Usually ending up still the same, if not worse. Seeking…
Category: So I think
The Big Men
She is always scared. Her eyes are set in a circle of black. They were just two little things that made a hollow spot within the darkness. I have never seen her truly happy, she does seem to be many a times, but then those eyes just give her off. She has made for herself…
I just ate my tooth.
My tooth hurt so bad. A few days back I was munching on jackfruit chips, my very favourite when I felt the texture of the chips change to something very powdery and coarse.”No”, “no”, no” I kept repeating in my head before I lifted the tip of my index finger to touch that menace of…
Kiss of Zephyr
Looking out of my apartment on the 14 th floor, the sky always looks bright. Sun kissed and brightly blue.It is so beautifully blue that the waters of Mamzar glow under its love,not in the least revealing its secret of faking originality.Watching the cars lined one behind the other,hardly moving at most times on the…
The Gender lesson
If the girls of today have to live with their heads up tomorrow,the boys of today need to be raised right. This was what my Facebook and Twitter status read like yesterday. My five year old son comes back today after school to tell me, “Ma,Girls are so lame.” This statement I thought was okay…
A cup of Golden Tea
Mrs Modha sits cross legged on the plush leather sofa.Before her, on the table is a lipstick stained cup of Golden Tea.She doesn’t seem to have the awkwardness of being at the Emirates Palace Hotel.Her eyes aren’t wandering like most of the other visitors who gape at the luxury of the interiors.She sits relaxed.You can…
The ‘Can-Never-be-clichéd’ SUPERMOM!
There is no way superman will beat the supermom! Or just think of it, With my 3year old son sleeping on my shoulder, Stopped at the drive through of McDonalds, I remove my wallet from deep inside my bag (I guess its the same for all women who have to fish out stuff from their…
Its all PSEUDO.
What problems each of us have!!Phew!!! The stress is pseudo.But nevertheless,Stress is stress.And each of us have our own share of it. All the days of the year, the boredom bites me.And then, thankfully the exams come across, and the pseudo stress stings me. WIth sleepless nights,scowling clocks and the deafening silence of the long…
Sadourni’s Butterflies-Escaping the hermetic alienation
Dario Nardi’s film, Sadourni’s Butterflies is a story of desperation.It is a story of passion and betrayal. It is a story of a man who tries hard to escape the shackles of his physical appearance. The film opens with a shot of a dwarf clown being taken in to prison. Right from that point, it…
The Mirage
Silence looms. The occasional sighs put it at rest. A long wait. He waits and keeps waiting. It’s not long after. ”It’s a boy”. He holds his little Prince in his hands. There is silence yet again. The silence of stare. It is that beautiful moment, when the father and son keep dazing at the…
some stories are big.some,heavily small. 