Quill, Write Ups


A women in her mid thirties from a well to do family was beaten and thrown out of her house in the middle of the night by her drunk husband with her autistic child. Barefooted she went to her friends house to seek help. Another women was beaten and pushed from 3rd floor of her building by her husband. On being asked why did he do this he replied that no other option was left.

These incidents that occurred in my neighbourhood in the last 2 weeks, disheartens me. I hear a deep scream of a women asking me when did ‘The Man Of The House’ snatched your right to breath? Even after hearing such painstaking words like, “I’ll kill you” “You deserve a life in the sewer” why were the women not able to leave the house that had no respect for her? Why were her parents not saying a word and watching the whole scenario unfold, couldn’t they sense their daughters pain, her sufferings? Why didn’t the women take a stand for herself and for the sake of her child?

And the answers to all these questions lie in how we raise our daughters, telling them at each step to be dependent on their brothers, father, husband. Instilling in her that her parents house is not hers and she will have to leave for another house that she might be able to call her own. Asking her to stay hushed, low gaze and to behave. WHAT WILL THE SOCIETY SAY? (insert mocking laugh)

And being a women, girl, daughter I wish for a world that has respect. A world where were are not dependent on anyone. I wish for a safer world

Brevity, Quill

You Are Perfect

Yes, you are perfect just the way you are. Stop wishing you looked like someone else. Stop trying to get attention from those who hurt you. Stop hating your body, your face, your personality, your quirks. Love them without them you wouldn’t be you and why do you want to be someone else. As long as you are comfortable in your skin it’s absolutely okay. Change only when YOU feel it’s necessary. You are the leader of your life. Don’t give the key of your happiness to someone else. Love Yourself.

Quill, Write Ups

The Early New Year Wishes

Probably the earliest new year wishes, and before all the platforms start posting memes on how they wasted this year too. Let me tell you how I didn’t waste this year.

  1. There are some happy days, some days you feel low. Some days you feel things aren’t going how they are supposed to, dear, on these days you just need to go with the flow. Understand things eventually get better, always.
  2. A little note of well-being from an old friend literally makes your day
  3. In this ‘modern’ world where everyone is fed up with their monotonous life, and dark selves. Be the soul that radiates infinite happiness, good vibes. Make your presence a comforting one.
  4. Beauty is the way you carry yourselves, how you treat others with love. Beauty is your soul.
  5. A hearty laugh makes everything better.
  6. Face everyday with a new energy, Grab the opportunities, Seize the day.
  7. You ought to keep your fist down and your head high to fight for what is right. 

And here’s wishing you all a Happy New Year!!

Brevity, Quill


Today, she woke up again, to the new sunny day.

With the same blizzard, 

Cold and violent, stinging her heart, 

Like everyday.

Brevity, Quill

To Those Lost In The Chaos

Wait..The moment just passed by did you bothered to look up?

Do you remember the last time you sat by the window with your cup of coffee? The last time you gave the passer-by a winning smile? How long it has been since you and Mom cooked together? When was the last time you laughed your heart out on a silly antic?

It’s really not about the big turnovers in life rather about the little things we miss everyday. I don’t know what  you are going through. We live in completely different stories. The world maybe is on chaos. Maybe your life is too but the storm will clear and the sun will again shine bright. You’ll have to discover yourself. Wait…Relax…Cherish the moment!!!

Brevity, Quill

Living Stories

 ‘All we are…are living stories waiting to be read and understood‘ I read these lines while surfing the Internet and found them to be so true. We are writing our own story while also waiting for someone to understand us, to feel what we feel, to understand how vastly we perceive things. But in the constant race of finding that someone we forget to read ourselves. You are also the reader of someone else’s story, handle that story with care too. We all are finding an avid reader while also being the writer of our own story…Keep reading and writing.

Art, Brevity


 Remember the time you were little you didn’t suppressed what you felt, you laughed the loudest laugh, and wept till your heart felt right. That little kid is still in you darling, find him. 

Quill, Write Ups

The Girl On The Last Bench

Today I finally observed you, sitting on the last bench, totally engrossed in ‘The Pride and Prejudice’. You were probably oblivious to the boy sitting on the bench next to you or to the girls singing on top of their voices on the first bench. And just when I thought you were to preoccupied for the world outside, you smiled at the literary remark someone in the middle row made.

We never had a conversation except the one time you were my subject for the psychology project. You were  really slow to answer my tasteless questions. And dear you were cautious too, placing each of your words perfectly one after the another. I was in awe of the way you speak. You are just like me an avid reader.

Perhaps you have learned from Elizabeth Bennet, how not to make hasty decision and how to appreciate the difference between essential and superficial. Maybe like Alaska you too have a hurricane inside you, like Atticus Finch you too delete the adjectives to have your facts strong and solid. Like Katniss you have internal conflicts but you too know, just like her, hopes live on.   

Most likely I will keep on guessing things about you and never ask you anything,

-A girl just like you

p.s. Elizabeth Bennet is the protagonist in the book Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austin), Alaska in John Green’s book Looking for Alaska, Atticus Finch of To Kill a Mockingbird, Katniss of  The Hunger Games series.

Brevity, Poetry


And darling even your fall, 

should be the most glorious thing,

the world  has ever witnessed. 


Uncertain Alacrity

Inspiration-Noor Unnahar (Yesterday I Was The Moon)

There is some kind of zeal in the air.

Some kind of alacrity to live again.

She is uncertain about the risk,

but is willing to take it.