Not a martyr, but my hero

For every child, his or her mother is a champ. A hero in her own stead. So was mine. But having lost her to a sudden attack of brain hemorrhage, I found myself in a phase where she became more of a martyr than a hero for me. She was no longer my hero. She was my...

Back to this war

“But I will love you,” words she could not bring herself to say. It has now been ten years to that that fateful rainy afternoon. With a bag in hand and a ticket in pocket he had come to say goodbye to her. “It might be another six months before I can...

If happiness is the goal

I had made a lot of plans for this weekend. And then they all got whitewashed due to some incident. Anyways. But it got me thinking. Do I really need plans to be happy? Is life not random enough to always play spoilsport? And haven’t the last few weeks taught me...

What Paris showed me

No matter how cynical one can get, a girl always goes to Paris for the first time. And this girl too like all the millions, who had their hearts flown away, had her moment.The city is everything you read about. Brimming with romance and flooded with the black coats,...

Did someone ask Alice if she wanted it?

Does life always give you second chances? Chances that flood your senses, beyond logic and everything else? And do we actually have a shot at those second chances? Sitting on my bed with soft hum of the music in the backdrop, chai on the side, twitter in one tab and...

Why you should visit cemeteries

Behind every successful writer are hundred writers whose books don’t sell. Behind every writer whose books don’t sell there are hundred writers whose manuscripts are lying with publishers Behind every writer whose manuscript is lying with the publisher...

Lady, are you having men issues?

They could be black, white or pink. But when they say men will be men, they truly mean it. For the last eleven years I have been hearing and dealing with men issues for friends and myself alike. From being taken granted to mellowed into a possessed doll, women have...

Growing Old or Up?

What ‘getting on with age’ taught me? Well not that I am eighty but somehow this growing old fits well with my plan. I enjoy the occasional drink and a smoke and puff off my old times as wild and crazy. What I am presently experiencing or inflicting on you...

It’s been a long time since twenty two

It’s been a long time since twenty two. The year John Mayer wrote this song and released it for millions to hear, coincidentally I turned twenty two. And in an instant I felt this line to be mine. With time running around like a wounded dog, desperate to hold...

If weren’t a writer?

‘If weren’t a star, would be writer’ These lines flashed on my twitter timeline and got me thinking. If we weren’t what we were what would we be? And of course I was right there focusing on the six letter word staring at me from my mobile...