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Tiny tales part 2 – the beginning

The night had different stories to tell. Different stories of a love so naive, of newfound experiences, of old trash in the can. The night was young and the stories had just started to make sense. ‘I love this song! It just gives me the creeps.’ New slang from the shins was playing in the … Continue reading

Tiny tales part 1 – an intro

All logic is lost. Its that feeling all over again. The feeling of ultimate doom.  It must be love, she said. ‘I don’t think so’. He contradicted her, as always. What is this then, was her next question. ‘I am just an option for you.’ Propped against her pillow, she studied his sculpted face, his eyes … Continue reading

Flow like a river, whispers the lake

Its tiring. This pursuit of happiness. Somewhere in the deep tresses of logic and practicality, it seems to have lost all meaning. And yet its not all sad and its not all happy. Its nice and yet its not, cos its addictive. One might wonder how is that something to be sad about? Addiction to something … Continue reading

Day 10 : Its never-ending

Sometimes I feel like I have this intense desire to mess things up, just so I can fix them all over again. Its a demon in my head. Everything is so perfect, almost surreal. I have all I want. Not only that – I also have the attitude where I know its probably not forever. … Continue reading

Day 9 – A bad hair day or what?

12th Dec. 2014 Ever since I have joined Vinod Chopra films, I have had this constant fear. I am not sure what it is – anxiety or happiness or the feeling of not wanting to just be lucky. Of course, nobody is just lucky but ‘being at the right place at the right time’ sort … Continue reading

without much ado

Someday all of it will be history a lore heard or unheard Someday it will all be a moment when your eyes close someday it will become a smile or a tear.. When the hair turns grey and body all rotten I’ll think of the times lived and danced. Rest, forgotten. Its a relief to … Continue reading

Day 8 – its a good day

It still feels like a dream. Its not a dream come true moment, but it just feels like a dream. If you know me, you know what a wreck I was a month or two back. Confused, harassed and tired of Mumbai, I had just packed my bags, all the stuff that I could possibly … Continue reading