Thursday, February 22, 2024

A Love Letter to Spring

I was dutifully tending to my plants as if it were a delicate ballet of watering in the choreography of nurturing. I had forgotten the art of pruning and fertilizing them. I'd moved them from the living room to the brightest afternoon spot in my window (sadly, I moved my indoor plants to my window and my peace lily is was suicidal). On a Monday morning in February steeped in weariness, I noticed a slender stem emerging from the heart of the spider plant. At first, I dismissed it as an impromptu guest in my green sanctuary, born out of some seeds my mother might have just dumped in my planters.

Wednesday, February 07, 2024


At times, she looks at him as if
he is a pastiche of galaxies.
Cold—oh! so cold—on the surface,
constantly undergoing a shift.
His eyes hold clusters of stars,
catastrophically beautiful, made
with all these colours she cannot spell.

Sunday, February 04, 2024

Celestial Lovers

Written in 2018.

Such bright lights rest
within these stars; will
his eyes ever contain all
the radiance? His frenzied
fingers run through
her curious hair.
How did he find the
dark hues melted
in her locks? She unlocked
the doors of her mind
in silence. He drifted in,

Saturday, January 20, 2024

And it doesn't matter...

Sometimes you listen to a song on a loop till you no longer want to listen to it, yet you never memorise the lyrics; you find a comforting familiarity with its tune. There comes a point when you forget about it, until one fine day, it accidentally begins playing on autoplay from the playlist you saved that year, rekindling your once-surfaced affinity towards it.

Sometimes you visit a place, probably a place that gives you joy, yet the route to it consistently slips from your memory. While landmarks have made your memory their home, you fail to attend to the intricate details of the road. You arrive at a juncture where you start searching for a familiar place, not in the physical world, but in a person.

Sunday, January 07, 2024


If I have to sum up my 2023 in six words: reflecting on the poignancy of time.

My year in six pictures.

Van Gogh 360. A Sunday spent well with L.

Monday, December 25, 2023

Wishful Thinking

I live in the pause between the consciousness of the present and the far edge of wishful thinking. Sometimes picking up the thoughts floating on the surface of my mind, only to put them back. Sleeping on disbelief only to wake up finding I've mistaken it for misbelief, realising it is not torment, or even agony, but cruel fate. 

Tuesday, October 10, 2023


I have learned the profoundness of the term "discontinued". Also its multifacetedness, and how it fits, given the context of my current situation – oscillating between nostalgia and bittersweetness of the bygone days. This term alone encapsulates the complexity of my emotions associated with these two. I question myself if I feel a sense of detachment or wistful longing...but I am not sure. But, both are symbolic: of something I've had to let go of and something I am holding onto.

2011  Lost in Fantasy

Saturday, December 31, 2022

My To-Do List for 2022

Take yourself out on a date in an unknown city. ✅

Wild Garden Cafe - Amethyst

Saturday, October 01, 2022


 This is the first time I am meeting someone. Actually, this is my first date ever. I've never been on a date before.

This girl sitting across from him was sheepishly smiling when she heard him. My eyes were glued onto my phone and I was anticipating my coffee; the minute I heard "date" I looked up from my phone and my eyes locked onto this guy for two seconds. My eyes widened. I took a good look at both of them. The girl sported baby bangs and wore a hooded pullover and track pants. The guy looked like he put on the first t-shirt he laid his eyes on, un-ironed. His hair was messy. Both looked like they were in their mid-twenties. When we entered the café and took the center seats, a guy wearing a bright red t-shirt walked in and took a two-seater table just horizontally opposite to us. A few minutes later a girl walked in and joined him. Since both our seats were in the center of the floor, our voices echoed. All the tables were occupied but nobody was really talking. It was unusually quiet.

Sunday, July 24, 2022

An Eerie Incident


Maybe he passed by and took the staircase while I was lost in my own thoughts.

I usually reach college by 10:30 a.m. when it is buzzing with people, but today it was unusually quiet when I walked in at 9.27 a.m. I walked into the office, logged in for the day and came out and stood outside the lift. It was on the 8th floor. I might just take the stairs. No, let's wait. I just talked myself into taking the lift. As I was looking towards the entrance, two men walked in. I didn't notice the one on my left but did glance at the man walking towards me. It was a brief glance at his existence: he wore a white, long-sleeved T-shirt and probably blue pants, athletic build. I wanted to avoid making eye contact, so I looked away and didn't take note of his face. This is what my brain registered, attractive physique, without even observing him. He probably walked into the office, if not, then into HD Department. The lift was probably on 6th floor when that man walked in. I was now looking at the numbers. 5...4...3...2...1...0.