Codewords

“There are no words for the theft of time and distance.” How do you write letters with words that come with a shelf life? How do you promise a forever with vows that will evaporate faster than the ink they’ve been written in? I have no patience with people who trade transience for the ideological…

Rent me a Love Song, Buy me a Casket

“Goodbye is the saddest word I know. The saddest word you know is my name.” When heartbreak knocks on your door, it will sound exactly like the song you’ve been humming under your breath all day long, only backwards. Which means, you will not recognize it at first glance. It will quietly sit under your…

Raindrops

“Rain will wash away everything, if you let it.” How long until we start to clean up our own mess? We were once an early morning sunshine, the crack of dawn, dewdrops on windshields. We are now the aftermath of a hard day’s night, a forgotten flashlight, a lost voice. Sometimes, if we look close…

A Lot Like Love

I asked the internet to show me what it means to love, and in between clustered images of red hearts, I got – a box of chocolates – criss crossed open palms – and an empty piece of paper. So if there’s anything I’ve learnt about love, it’s this.   There is only so much…

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves don’t get invited to birthday parties. They are too loud, too messy, too close to crumbling with far too much parched skin that no drunkenness of any sort can save. They are too dead to celebrate life. Autumn leaves are lonely. Each cry for help gets muffled under the cracks and snaps and…

And I Could Have Told You I Loved You

I could have told you I loved you. I said goodbye tried not to cry said I’ll be alright probably lied hung up. 6142km is too far for my voice to fly, to run, to walk, to crawl. I know. And I could have told you I loved you while I had the chance. I…

Deep Breaths

The easiest way, they say, to calm your nerves is to take a deep breath and count to 10. So breathe in, breathe out. It is only as big as it gets in your head. Fear is fickle. Wading its way through the cracks of your mind, only to plant roots in parts of your…

If I Should Have a Daughter

If I should have a daughter, and whenever I do, I’ll make sure I tell her not to have hopes from you. For I know you won’t treat her the way you probably should, and my daughter won’t keep shut the way I usually would. There will be no bedtime stories to help her fall…

The One Who Could Have Been

Professor Snape was never really anybody’s first choice, even with his commendable fashion sense and the perfection in his voice. There was always someone ever so ready to take his spot, whether it concerned loving Lily, or just his teaching job. Cursed with bad luck from the very beginning, he lost his first love to…

To Men who Make Homes out of Glass Bottles

Do not mistake endless arrays of your reflection for an army, this is not a fortress you have built for yourself, it is a battlefield, and your very own weapons are plunging daggers through your heart. The low hum of the varying remnants of alcohol is not the soundtrack of your summer, the nostalgic Hotel…

Pixels

There are memories etched in the pixels of nostalgia stained photographs that these Braille lusting fingertips have left for generations to come, a cotton candy universe slowly building itself up, spreading out of the corners, like an algae or a weed waiting to be noticed, to be talked about, to be remembered with a distant…

The Boy who Loved

Durjoy Datta’s “The Boy who Loved” markets itself as a Romance Novel, and has been claimed to be the fastest selling Romance Novel of 2017 (in India). The first of a two-part romance, “The Boy who Loved” traces the seemingly ordinary whereabouts of its 16 year old protagonist, Raghu Ganguly.  The novel is an epistolary…