Sadly, I've seen this and have been an active part of it too. Rather you could say I was the one who suggested that. That kid had been suffering from it from the past 5 years. How could you see someone suffer for so long? And that too a kid? Poor soul. His malady had… Continue reading Euthanasia
I have been very fond of races ever since I was a child. I wanted everything to go fast. Faster than it could and fast enough to spin around the world and tangent into the space. Just line a coin slips from the end of the spinning thread? I loved races especially the ones I… Continue reading I miss Jerry
"I know you have to talk a lot more and I want to listen to it, but aren't you getting late?" I shrugged. I wish I never said that, we were meeting after years and I knew I wasn't going to meet her anytime soon again but this was something I always did. You don't… Continue reading Call me, Maybe?
We all want to be Chocolate, I'm just glad Blueberry never said that, I hate the "Backspace" Before technology, feelings never had that. More often then not, all of us change or try to change to blend into a group, a society, a community or a bunch of people that are "cool" at the school.… Continue reading Stay Weird
We all at some point have been someone's dictionary or rather Wikipedia. Maths, games, music, trends, threads you know answers to all their questions. But, sometimes this someone asks you a question you wished you never stumbled upon. You wished you never heard it ever again. You wished... You just wish it didn't exist. We… Continue reading A Question
It rained, here in Mumbai. and it is raining while I type this. It isn't monsoon yet and it won't be for another month, but it rained. The off season rains might be a little annoying but rains bring in so much. Besides, the traffic splattering mud on you, ruining your documents and electronic devices or… Continue reading It Rained in Mumbai
I wish I never met you, I wish I never saw you, I wish I never held you, I wish, I wish there was no you. I flick through the page the pages of my diary more often than not. I see you crossing by me and even though you look at me, you turn… Continue reading If I Wrote you…