Burnt

There was once when words could nourish my soul — a time when I was still a girl my mum was proud of, a time when I stuck to the birds and the bees. There was once when I swore I would never change — a time when I accepted blue as just a colour,…

My words are hungry

I was particularly fascinated by Adam Driver’s life story, from him enlisting in the Marines and then trotting into Hollywood. The process was an especially agonising one for the actor as he was medically discharged from the Marines after a severe sternum injury sustained from a mountain-biking accident. He was never deployed to missions in…

The Anti Bugle Call Rag

Such sobriety in the court where these kids played ball. It’s impossible to hear any gratifying bugle call or those subtle syncopated symphonies. Am I one to proclaim youth as phony? Look. Monotones can never be swank tunes, they are merely unrefined masterpieces of loons. Clad in black with anarchic unison, boorish teens gather among this white noise,…

Falsetto

Whenever I long to reach for a something shelved too high, I ponder if cuts are going to itch or if tears are bound to run dry. Whenever I deem something unmissable, I linger for too long within its velvety edges. But my heart tells me to keep my composure as this world may be…

Marriage: An Observation

I have been wondering about the aftermath of happy endings. You know, particularly in films, which conclude with great curtain calls that amalgamate wedding bells, the astounding applause of laughing bridesmaids and a classic sealing of the deal with a magical kiss between main characters who are so hopelessly in love? So, what comes after…

Like Fine Wine

A friend of mine once mentioned this during a rather controversial conversation that we shared: “A man’s value increases as he ages. Meanwhile a woman’s value just declines as she gets older.” – Well, this is definitely debatable but somehow, I would agree with it to some extent. Look – women may just lose out…

Bourbon in My Coffee Cup

You were bourbon in my coffee cup. The taste that was not quite right, but I went ahead to fill it up. I tried to comprehend the plight That you said was inexplicable And no matter how, you stood unfamiliar. I drank, as shivers were sent down my spine. Delectable, inquisitive touches that I reckoned…

Love on the Screen

Found a piece I wrote pretty long ago, which I feel is too wasted if it’s not published somewhere – let’s just say, it shows how I’m not over (500) Days of Summer, and how I celebrate the idea that romantic films are still taking over the world!

Tonight, humanity is restored

I’m glad that ingenious users of the net are doing something to spread awareness about certain glaring issues that the world needs to divert more of its attention to. Humans of New York are starting on a series of photographs that will be featuring 12 different refugee families from Syria. These victims of war are…

When I’m 70 \ all in a day’s work

(* wrote this while sitting in my office cubicle waiting for time to pass – ) Another absent colleague notified me to help assign a writing task to her class this morning. The kids were tasked to write an essay regarding certain interesting issues about life. I found one of the questions especially striking and…