The Tale of a Random Night, a Stranger, and I.

It struck twelve. ‘Twelve in the night is an odd time to be in a small village, especially for a girl’, a man whispered not very far from me. I cringed at the shaky voice. It heavily smelt of booze. Suddenly, I was not alone anymore, and that frightened me more. The man moved away... Continue Reading →

Forlorn but not Forgotten

Getting back after you've fallen down is easy. Getting back trying to live after life's mercilessly clobbered you in the back, is a different deal altogether. One can't begin to live just like they did. You realise you can't so readily trust, not even life. Taking dad away from me was worse than betrayal. I... Continue Reading →

Reunion

after a decade they denied recognition but their happy hounds wagged their tails at the unexpected reunion ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #reunion on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Day 45: When Dad left for his Maker…

It's been a while I've wanted to write and tell you things. Tell you why I've not been around of late. I couldn't gather the courage. For I know, the pain that I feel, you'd feel too. But here I am. Finally. Making a lackadaisical attempt. Exactly, a year ago, this time, I had jotted... Continue Reading →

Answers with No Questions

Because that’s just how it is........ Because such is life........ Because even if for the fraction of a second, you had it, you would want it forever.......... Because you have to just accept that’s how things will be............. Because you have to go on living as if nothing had happened............ Because no matter what you... Continue Reading →

Would it matter?

would it matter if the rising sun was purple the sinking moon amber if what we cried were not salted tears but only plain water would it matter if meadows were black and storms mellow if elephants chirped and squirrels bellowed if lions were striped and zebras spotted if we walked backward to reach ahead would... Continue Reading →

जब निकले खुदको ढूंढने…

हर पल तेरी ही यादों में खोये जाने कब हम खुदसे ही बेगाने हुए शब्द तो मेरे थे पर ज़िक्र तेरा शहर तो मेरा था पर बसेरा तेरा जब निकले खुदको ढूंढने हर गली में मुलाकात हुई तुझसे सोचा तुझसे ही खुद का पता पूछ लूँ पर तेरी गलियों में इस कदर गुम हुए मानो... Continue Reading →

A Tickling Tyranny

There's this craving that won't be satiated no matter what I did, no matter where I went. The soul seems seeking something I do not know. How can I look for something when I do not know what I am looking for? This feeling. It's weird. It's outlandish. And yet deeply familiar. Like it's meant... Continue Reading →

ख्वाहिश बस इतनी सी थी…

रात की खामोशियों को चीरती हुई एक आवाज़ गूंजी जानी पहचानी सी उस शोर की तलाश में कदम मेरे कभी अंधेरों का पीछे करते कभी तेरी यादों का ~~~ सन्नाटों से लैस एक चौराहे पर फिर दूर खड़ी तेरी परछाई मुझे देख मुस्कुरायी हज़ारों सवाल लिए मेरी नज़रें तेरा मन टटोलती रहीं सेहमी सी तेरी... Continue Reading →

The Musing Quill is 6!

Time really does fly. Six years is a long time and a short one yet, if you know what I mean. Looking back, there are hundreds of memories and few amazing friends I made along the way and there isn't one thing I would want to change about my experience. Except, I miss all those... Continue Reading →

उस रात की बात …

क्या बताएं तुम्हें उस रात की बात चौखट पे बैठे अतीत की चादर में लिपटे किस कदर हम ख्वाहिशों को तरसे ~~~ क्या बताएं तुम्हें उस रात की बात होठों को सीए खामोशियों की बाहों में सिमटे किस कदर हम अल्फ़ाज़ को तरसे ~~~ क्या बताएं तुम्हे उस रात की बात खुद से गुफ्तगू करते... Continue Reading →

Atop the World…

I walk up the steep winding path. At last, I reach the top. The wind rushes into my face with so much fervor as if it has been waiting to reveal all its secrets, held for ages. In the middle of summer, here's winter. The clouds hanging low, so low, that it is almost impossible... Continue Reading →

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