"I haven't seen your face in one-and-half-years, and I think I am going to cry ( Read more... )

There are moments when I realize that everything is connected. A wind blows, and the mist lifts, and suddenly, I see memories floating in front of me like dandelion seeds. And that is what they do: they drift as if they are buoyant in air, as if colours don't have weight. That was my theory from long, long ago. I never bothered to write it down, ( Read more... )

About two weeks ago, I stuck purikura and Instax snaps all over the wall in front of my desk to add a splash of colour. It was grey and windy that day, and there was a chill snaking around the edges of the heart, so what better way to smile than smiling at faces that you miss? But, over the days, the pictures have been slipping off on their own. ( Read more... )

The weekend has been dreary and grey. In other words, a perfect respite from the hectic week. I could barely crawl out of bed anyway. Consecutive trainings are beginning to take their toll, and with no discernible improvement, it is not hard to lose hope. Maybe I have been kidding myself to even hope in the first place, as with everything else. The ( Read more... )

Tonight is perfect. The rains, the winds, the stillness, I am back in the cosy hollow, where I have watched too many poignant false(liveli)hoods matched to music. Where I have typed so much that meant so little. Where I am king, because I make things real. Baha, as if. But it is a good night for reflecting, because I am missing so many things. I ( Read more... )

I have come to realise how little time I have left here. All these people and places, all these routines and practices, they have nestled snugly in the spongy gaps between two lives. What a pity that we can only live horizontally; what a pity that time cannot overlap multiple planes and be the evening sun that bathes tulips and turrets alike. It ( Read more... )

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It is the night when sleep beckons, but I turn away with a slight pout of the lips. The darkness swirls and covers me like a straggly cloak. "I am the mysterious traveler", the secret declarations expand with the headiness of the night. I puff my chest out as I draw the cloak into the right angles of the elbow. It is hard to write in the first- ( Read more... )

Tomorrow will be the last day of school. I have said this plenty enough, but time disappears so quickly. Like lightning tridents splitting the sky apart, and everything is electric for just a second, after which they are swallowed by the darkness. I know that memories are supposed to glow quietly and warmly, as molten lava that cools after it has ( Read more... )

It is a little unnerving to have the hours flutter away like fireflies, incandescent and forgettable in their short-lived glory. Even now, I struggle to realize the weight of my time here. That I am here, and things are happening now, and pretty soon, all of this will begin evaporating from the heat of different days. I haven't written in a while, ( Read more... )