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The guesthouse – a short story.
Globex Corporation boasted about a handful number of achievements. In spite of being in a small town, they had everything just like in the big cities. The numbers, the technology and oh their full-service guesthouse. Every guest found an eerie connection with the guesthouse during their exit and swore to come back. Meera was determined to design her new home herself, the grand fleet of stairs, the master bedroom overlooking the living area, the kids’ room with clouds painted on the walls, and her beloved mandir. Magnificent, just like in an old Hindi film. Meera’s family was going to grow up in this house. The couple would sing songs on…
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My three day getaway with Grandma! #DaadiBanarasiya
For some strange reason, I dreamed of being in Banaras a few times. When I told Dad about it; he said it’s been on his mind too. My great grandparents are from the beautiful city of Varanasi. My grandma was married into this family who lived in Varanasi, when we shared with her, she said she would do anything to go back to Banaras even if for a day. And so it began, in a few months, we were off to Banaras. I was hoping for a place that would inspire me to write something better, a view so beautiful that it would make me wake up at the crack…
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Friends No More.
“I’m only one call away, I’ll be there to save the day; Superman got nothing on me, I’m only one call away” These things we say to each other all the time like it’s nothing. The texts we send with a hundred emoticons, and the calls we make at 3am. The friends we are. I read an interesting article that described us as a generation of socialisers, not friends. Go-getters and fighters, not motivators or pushers. You know what I mean? We are the people who function not on emotion, or logic, or calculations or manipulations. We function purely and only on convenience. No, I’m not blaming you or myself,…
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Ode-To-Saheli. This Friendships Day, it’s all about twinning with your BFF.
You know how we girls get about having the same top, or the same dress as anyone else. Literally, if a girl will walk past me on the road wearing the same dress as I own, I am instantly adding a mental note to go and burn the dress from my wardrobe and never wear it again. Wait, please tell me I am not the only one who does this. I’m just going to assume that we all do get a little panic-y when we see others picking up similar stuff from racks to the trial rooms. I have even seen people dropping the outfits at the billing line cause…
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I hope you’re happy.
I hope you’re happy; that’s such a lie. I hope you’re happy not without me though. I thought I saw your car pass by, you in the drivers seat with your silly old glasses humming an annoying song and zooming way beyond speed limit. I saw you by the window seat in one of our favourite cafes, eating watermelon feta cheese salad, one that I made you eat the first time. I keep seeing you around town all the time, being completely oblivious to the fact that you don’t even stay in this city, you won’t really be here doing these things. Tell me one thing will you, would you…
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Closure: some got it and some never will.
As I cribbed to mom about going away somewhere to find “inner peace” she said “How can you possibly find it outside when it’s called “INNER” peace.” Most questions you’re striving to solve, have their answers hidden n the questions itself. Look harder she said. I’ve read countless articles and watched too many movies that tell us how we need to cut out the toxic from our lives. The jobs, the places, the friends, the lovers. They said remove them all. Anything that does not make you happy should not be in your life. Anything that consumes you, makes you hate yourself needs to be deleted. So then we go ahead…
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Don’t be gentle, when you leave. Tear me apart.
When our time comes, which you know it does so often. Don’t be gentle when you leave. When we say goodbye for one last time, don’t say a goodbye, say something hurtful with hate. When I look up to you with craving eyes, make the face of disgust and walk away. When I beg you to call me, or hear me just once. Bang the phone and block me. When I text you telling you that we should rethink this, don’t ever bother replying. When you hear of me crying over you, go celebrate and don’t forget to do a social media campaign around it. When I’m fallen on the…
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To my almost.
For when we spoke the other night and didn’t stop till there was light I didn’t know that I was losing myself in you, in a way I never do. For when you called me your best friend and didn’t stop till I believed I didn’t know that I never before had felt so accepted and so relieved. For when you said you’d rather marry me and didn’t stop till I agreed I didn’t know it was my heart’s desire and my only true need. For these days, that begin with your messages and don’t end without your call I feel like your words are all I…
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Your search ends here, I found Happy.
Are you the downer who needs constant upliftment? Are you always on the pursuit of happiness? Then maybe we found a way for you. Read on!
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#SistersBeforeMisters : The contest your girl gang has been waiting for!
Things that we claim will always remain with us, are most of the time, the first things that crumble and fade away. Whereas people who we think less about are around us, rooting for us, no matter what. Through breakups and makeups, lies and interventions, rainbows and storms, my girls never went away. Without written promises, without paperwork or ceremonies or changing my last name. My girls are my sisters, my soulmates and they stay the same even if we had to meet only once in years.
