Home is a feeling independent of people, places or time. I thought that to myself today, as I was walking… Read more I’m Home
My first marathi poem. This marathi (one of the hundreds of languages spoken in India) poem struck me when i… Read more बरोबरीचि शान्तता.
Today we talked about love, possibly the worst topic to have a calm discussion upon. Also arguably the best. Let… Read more Today we talked about love
The rock will erode, no matter what. And a rock we take to be our metaphor, because of it’s rugged… Read more The rock will erode. A Monologue.
I know, darling, that you’re hurting I know, darling, that you’re sick. I know, you abuse yourself, and I know,… Read more I cut myself, one last time..
The beautiful bitch, loving soft haired freak. She meant the world to us. She was the epitome of bad attitude… Read more The Obituary
Someone said i should be happier, Someone said i should be strong, Someone told me, “never stop writing.” And someone… Read more Someone said. The concept.
It was just another day, like everyday, i woke up put my clothes on and went about the chores, like… Read more The hickey. A narration.
A couple of my friends suggested, I ought to write movie reviews for a change. And given my dislike for… Read more The Letter Writer (2011)