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About Reading And Books

To be very honest my reading style is a little (read: very) complex. Although I read almost every book I come across, only a few stay with me for a long time. I love to read fictions first of all, fictions that are set in indian contexts are perfect but in that too I can’t stand Chetan Bhagat novels (although I am guilty of reading them too). I guess I like books that have a certain connect in them, that are relatable to the real life. I completely adore the writing style of Ruskin Bond, the way he describes a situation or a context is like you can imagine the scene right in front of you. I have ‘Ruskin Bond Children Omnibus’ which I got in class 5th and I have read and re-read it. ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ is another one that is so simple yet so beautiful. How can I forget R.K Narayan, I have his ‘Swami And Friends’ by heart now and the Malgudi Days (though I lost the hard copy of this one) too. Then Short Stories by Gulzar, ‘Lamb To My Slaughter’ by Roald Dahl are a few of others that I enjoyed reading. Overall I think if you describe the Indian streets and bazaars beautifully and are able to paint a scene with your words, you’ll be my favorite author/book.

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Unanswered Questions

Unlike the questions which have a definite, set answer, you my dear, are a mix of uncertainty, unpredictability. And of course, the guts I require to face you…phewww….. The questions left unanswered, on my blank answer sheet, on my text to him, in the eyes of my bestfriend, you always, always invoke a sense of guilt and repentance. A ‘what if?’  A never ending quest to find a answer, and running away from it at the same time. My dear, unanswered questions, you are a source of constant turmoil and an answer in yourself!!!

IDK if this makes sense or not 

Brevity, Quill


While the Instagram stories are filled with boomerangs of rain descending down from he heaven above, and the rain lovers are oohing ahhaing about how much they love rain. I find it cringeworthy to love rain. like ew, no. It’s humid. It’s always raining, you can’t go out. It’s always wet. And the cars on the road never fail to splash mud on me, Thanks to the famous Indian puddles. My skin wages another war with acne, which the acne always win with the breakout, and my hair, let’s not get into this. And I don’t know why but rains are always synonymous to lovers, heartbreaks and this definitely turns the knife in the wound (my imaginary lover are you listening? ). I detest rains and the emotions involved with it. FOR ME IT WILL ALWAYS BE A SEASON OF GLOOM, UNCONTRALLABLE SWEAT AND HUMID. AND ALSO CHAI PAKORA ( the only reason they become a little tolerable)

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To the Helpers and The Strugglers,

To the Helpers,

 Sadly the STIGMA attached to mental health awareness in India is pretty big. It is not a thing we are not aware of. How commonly do we hear psychiatrist being referred as pagalon ka docter. How commonly we hush up the talk about depression, how commonly we are not even able to identify the symptoms, or to reach out to a person before he\she commits self-harm,


 It’s time you reach out, be empathetic towards them, and be their strength.

For the strugglers,

 It’s okay to not be okay. But it’s not okay to stay like that forever. You got the potential, you can seek bigger things in life. And you are definitely stronger than this. I do see the super hero in you. GET UP, I know it is easier said than done, but you ought to get up. I know you don’t feel like getting up in the morning, I know you think you aren’t enough, you are afraid to step out, but you can’t give up on yourself, your dreams, and your family. If you need help reach out, talk about your symptoms to someone who actually cares, and seek professional help.

Reach out, talk to me, if you aren’t doing well lately. I really do care, and you are loved.


To Father

You taught us how to stand for ourselves for those who are weak

How to find strength on the days when we were feeling low,

There are days when you come back home a little drunk and you start talking from how the machine works and end at the philosophies of life,on those days you also tell us how much you love us ,concealing this fact always when you are sober,

You never scolded us your tch-tch has been enough to give us a jitters down the spine.

You didn’t raise us like sons, you never felt the need too cherishing us and our childhood all the way along, you made us your little princesses

Now that we have grown up and started understanding the part and parcels of life, i want you to stay by our side.

p.s. you are my superhero papa.

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The Hanging Tree

From the ‘Mockingjay’

‘Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.

Strange things did happen there

No stranger would it be

If we met up at midnight in the Hanging tree.

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.

Strange things did happen there

No stranger would it be

If we met up at midnight in the Hanging tree,

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

Where I told you to run, so we’d both be free.

Strange things did happen there

No stranger would it be

If we met up at midnight in the Hanging tree.

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

Wear a necklace of rope side by side with me.

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be

If we met up at midnight in the Hanging tree’

So this was stuck in my mind since so many days. What does this poem means. At the forst reading it seems the guys is trying to meet his beloved secretly at midnight near the tree where he was hanged for murder. But this has something more in it. Maybe the murders lover had something to do with the killing. It’s not until the third verse “The Hanging Tree” begins to get unnerving. You realise the singer of the song is the dead murderer. He’s still in the Hanging tree. And even though he told his lover to flee, he keeps asking if she’s coming to meet him. The phrase ‘where i told you to run so we’d both be free’ is the most troubling. Because at first you think he is talking about when he told her to flee, presumably to safety. But then you wonder if he meant for her to run to him. To death. In the final stanza, it’s clear that that’s what he is waiting for. His lover with her rope necklace, hanging dead next to him in the tree.

Brevity, Quill

Summers Are Here

As my favourite season departs, with the onset of spring, I sit and dread the arrival of summers. SUMMERS the season I have inborn dislike, (NOTE: I don’t hate it ) It brings long days, sweaty afternoons, and humid evenings. 🙁

But it is also the season of mangoes, swimming lessons and Summer Breaks. The season of starry nights. I remember when I was a kid, we were a gang of 7-8 kids and would create ruckus in the streets, I guess summers were only for those who felt it. Summer Breaks were cherished, for it brought Nani Ka Ghar, cousins and friends together, a whole month when school bag was left untouched.

And now while leaving for school early in the morning, I see the reddish tint of the summer sun it the sky or at night I sit stargazing, while an familiar smell of the summers hit me, I feel a little less apprehensive about it. I guess summers are welcomed.

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Dear Ex-Bestfriend

Hii, its been a long time since we talked, fought and a long time since we stalked some guy.

Ok so from a long time I was feeling this, I have never been your priority. You find solace in someone else, and I guess that’s alright priorities change, don’t they ?

Mine to changed from you topping my priority list to your position shifting to somewhat middle. I changed. For the better.

You have found some new friends and you really have made a sincere effort that I too indulge with them. But with them I feel like an anomaly, with you I felt like I belong.

There are still some bad days when your new found friends can not provide a solution you come to me. We share a good laugh things start falling into place and then when you start feeling better you find the company of your friend again.

You have not been here for a while now and I have changed. I am no longer the person that brushed off feelings. I do care for people around me. I am selfish now I care for my feelings too. And you hurt me.

The people I am with now are a bit nicer. They love me genuinely. Moreover they give me space.

This doesn’t mean we will not talk, we won’t discuss the new song thats been released last week. Its just that you are not my best friend anymore.




Happy Holi

On this festival of colours, wishing you all a very Happy Holi.

Hers’s a small request play a safe Holi and do not colour animals. Let’s make it a safe Holi for them too.

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