So there I was, heading to Hauz khas station on a 6a.m. metro. It takes me about 2hrs to reach my institute which is located deep within Katwaria Sarai where the shine of the affluent people of Hauz khas can’t reach. The place literally had filth floating all around. The shopkeepers though are very careful … Continue reading ALLEY OF DREAMS AND DUST.
As I walk the crowd roars. Voice is so deafening to the ears with the curtains experiencing all kinds of variations but less in comparison to my heartbeat. It isn't my first time out here in front of such a massive crowd, the only disparateness is that the time has changed and they are all … Continue reading The prince of port of Spain.
I have failed, over and over again. I give up. My pumpkin face now reflects pure dismay, the absence of lightness affirms the lack of hope which is tardily drowning my soul. My body is enervated of energy. I have tried everything, I have tried sitting on the first bench, near the girls or the nerds, … Continue reading Among a million hearts, there beats ONE.
As the wheel starts to roll, the voice outside grows crazier and more vivacious. The crowd gets berserk as the car moves into them. They want something and they want it real bad with all their heart. They are screaming out something in particular and as their adulation rises to even greater heights sweat starts … Continue reading FAME: The sweetest poison.
It’s an early winter morning. The period of the year when we have to militate against the warm comfort of our warmers, getting up is considered a task. Anyways I am on the street, limping my way down the boulevard to meet the woman I love with my pure heart to the brim-full. I am … Continue reading If there was a way.
With a flash my eyes opened wide, sweat behind my ears. There is some weird kind of coldness behind my neck. Throat dried like the nomad travelling in Arabia, lost among the sand dunes. I can’t see where my bottle is nor am I able to recall where I had kept it before I had … Continue reading 4 A.M.
Silence is where productive people go to think, sounds a little absurd, but we all know it’s true. The most creative thoughts come to our mind only when they find some space inside. Even though we know this fact, yet we never long to be alone. Being alone is never really a choice in our … Continue reading There is only one way out the maze.