Loss of Memory One February morning Grandpa forgets what I am called. I remember his hysterical face, patterned by the sunlight which managed to smuggle itself through the Bohemian-looking room divider, RISӦR from Ikea But I digress. Ah yes, his face was a maelstrom of overwrought emotions as he fails to recognise his grandchild. Disorientation…
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“Not all those who wander are lost” One of those deeply meaningful quotes out there, which we can all relate to, on some level or another. In fact, I’d even go on to say, do wander a bit guys, else you’re surely going to get lost. Lost in today’s stressful world, lost in the monotony…
This piece is not one of novelty or inventiveness. This piece is meant to do one thing: to attempt to put into words the completely unoriginal and banal thoughts that pervade some of our minds. It is filled with clichéd ideas and repetitions of old concepts. Please bear with me. Time Many years back, in…
You feel dazed. You feel like you’re out of breath. You feel empty. You feel horrible about yourself. You feel like you’re the root of all problems in the world. We’ve all been there. Yup, even the ones with the glittery Instagram posts and hundreds of likes on Facebook pics. I feel like we need…
In light of the mid-semester fiasco that unfolded a week ago, and the mental notes and self-promises that we silently muttered to ourselves knowing full well of their limited life expectancy, I thought I’d pen down a few words about two words (Refer title) that has managed to keep me motivated since it made its…
What a peculiar topic to choose, isn’t it? Some would deem this very relationship to be of the highest order in our lives. “There is no bond as beautiful and intimate as that shared between a child and its birth-givers”, they’d say. I speak not to oppose this perception but to throw some light on…
For as long as I can remember, I have always loved the beach. There is something inherently so magical and mysterious about it, from the way the waves seem to be dancing as they clash against the sand to how the water stretches on endlessly for miles and miles in the distance. The way the…
Lying on the marble floor, Was a blanket torn apart. But the last valiant thread hanging on, Was the one with a heart. Albeit nothing more than a rag now, Ugliness defined by its skin impaled. But its story was an achingly human one, Mired with quotidian detail. It seemed like yesterday, When…
I usually have a terrible time sleeping on buses, and a recent trip home was no exception. I try to keep a movie ready to watch on my laptop, but this time the Power-Cut Gods conspired to ensure that it wasn’t charged. So remembering the recommendation of a friend, I procured a copy of Genesis…
I managed to glance at it, A really long look in the mirror. ” His face is blank. His skin ghostly pale. His long ruffled hair, Droop over his eyes. And his green eyes seem broken, Like shards of cracked glass. Who is he? I have never seen him. He looks so hollow, Like a…