by Richa | Aug 28, 2012 | Fiction, Uncategorized
Time and again, this story haunts me….long long time ago we had a maid who had come all the way from dehat to help mom in her daily chores. She was very weird. She wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t smile, wouldn’t go home and best of all would not shirk from work at any cost....
by Richa | Aug 25, 2012 | Life, Uncategorized
What is Deefak….hes exactly what his name sounds phonetically..Dee FUCK…he is what most of us are..the fucked ones and I dont mean it literally I mean it abusively. Our everyday problems have made us the butt of our own jokes, we dont need any other person... by Richa | Aug 25, 2012 | Life, Uncategorized
Its been a long long time…that I blogged or rather wrote anything….barring emails and excel sheets…well what has changed in these past two years (yes its been two whole years that I blogged)? I have got married have a full fledged job unlike the...
by Richa | Mar 7, 2010 | Life, Uncategorized
Sitting in my comfortable chair.. my mind feels very uncomfortable. my limbs are not working and my hands are lying limp.. he thinks he has the right to move himself.. as if he is apologizing for the procrastination of my limbs. He begins to search for an object which...
by Richa | Feb 16, 2010 | Life, Uncategorized
I don’t want to do this, but it seems you have left me with no choice. The times have changed and so have you but the one thing who didn’t was me. Yes I call myself a thing. I am a thing. You don’t think I have emotions and neither do I. How else can...
by Richa | Feb 15, 2010 | Life, Uncategorized
I know I must get up. I know I must rise. I know I must face the little white object on the sheet. I know I have to read, the little black printed words, telling me others have not had a good night. I don’t like it. I hate myself for being happy. I hate the fact...
by Richa | Feb 15, 2010 | Life, Uncategorized
Everyday at sharp 7.30 pm I go for a long walk in my society, and each time I see a white shirt clad guy driving in a smooth sedan at over an 80 km/hr past me. Due to his lightening bolt speed, I am rarely ever able to see his face, but I get the fair idea that he is...
by Richa | Feb 15, 2010 | Life, Uncategorized
I often lay in my bed and thoughthow life seems so short,I made plans of my immense wealthand pink health.I dreamed my luxuriesand forgot my worries.I thought I would have it all.Each night I saw it all On my pink and white wall.But then one day I met youI started to...
by Richa | Feb 2, 2010 | Life, Uncategorized
How realistic you are tell me….I want to know..something has happened in my recent past that has made me realise I am as a matter of fact too much of an idealist for other people’s comfort level. Is it a crime in todays world of zip zap zoom to stick to...
by Richa | Jan 26, 2010 | Life, Uncategorized
I am what I am I am you, I am this silent spectator who notices, feels hears and understands- but in the smaller realities of his own life has lost his voice. Everyday, I have these moments in my head when I know I could be not you but me, and then the moment passes...
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