<this very slightly edited piece was written by me in my diary on the upper bunk of the train on the night of 25th March, 2006. I still remember the face of the girl mentioned here in surprising detail.> We went to a tour of North-East India from 16th to 26th August. On the …
Month: March 2006
Problem
<don’t worry if you can’t figure out what I wrote about here.> Stab it in the heart, right. Hold it there while it writhes and squirms. Hold it till it lets go, till the questions die, till the questions are killed. I can’t do this anymore. I have to find that way, that red …
Problem
<don’t worry if you can’t figure out what I wrote about here.> There’s a problem. Something’s wrong. Terribly wrong. It’s not too conspicuous yet, but I’ve heard it breathing quietly down there, under the bed, beneath the rug. Stifled, but alive and dangerous. There’s no way out. No red exit sign glowing in the …
Conversations with G #1
It had been a long day. Not physically, mentally. There had been internal warfare, and I was rather weighed down by it all. So I decided to pay G a visit. I lay back on the sofa and closed my eyes. In a minute or two, I felt the odd warmth penetrating through my skin. …
Friend
Didn't even know we were gonna be friends. That's an odd statement; no one does. Didn't even know why we became friends. No, I don't really need a reason for that. To ask for reasons would be like starting a hobby of collecting dust off the roadside; I couldn't finish. There are so many questions that only exist because …
One Life 