I can now differentiate between me and the self. Helps give a better perspective. And heightens the sense of responsibility too. For now, I am hating WTO for their mere existence, hoping that I really do remember enough economics to write an exam without devoting much time to the subject, and praying that I don’t … Continue reading The Grind
My plant died. I took care of it. Continue reading Death
Delhi lets you be. Delhi intrudes. Delhi can be very damp, and it can let you breathe too. For three consecutive nights, I have gotten into a conversation about Delhi with someone or the other. With someone, I was defending the culture. To someone else I was explaining how the stereotype does exist in reality. … Continue reading What Delhi is to me
There it was. Alone. Shining. There she was. Alone. Lying under the cloudy, starless sky. The moon was still gibbous. But it shone like it was ready to take on the world. And there were the clouds. The harmless, gray clouds. And the devilish, black ones too. She felt like there was a corny movie … Continue reading Life in the sky
You always come in twos and take away worth much more than a two. __I look at you and I look at that one…Clear like a mirror…But deceiving like a mirror too. __ Barren lands, afraid…Closed doors, insecure… __ Withdraw | Stab | A little more | Disappear. __ I know you willbecause I have … Continue reading You and You
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