A Note To Myself / 01

You’ve betrayed hearts that you knew little of. You’ve mistaken pure love for the kind of lust a few disguised in the form of compassion. You’re guilty and the weight is causing pain through every cell in your body. Every time you breathe, you’re reminded why you shouldn’t. You’re fighting with more demons than you…

To My Sister In Heaven

To my sister who left me too early, I’m writing this as I go past your house. You are not here to read this, but I think I have already told you a lot about how much you meant to me when you were alive. I can’t accept the fact that you are gone. It’s…

A Letter To My Old Self

Dear girl who had a clumsy past, I am hoping that we will never meet again and therefore writing this letter to talk to you, to confess, to thank you for the times you have been there for me when the whole world let me down. You and I are two different characters but have…

Dear Comrade

I know meeting you was by fate although I do not know what our destiny holds for us. Before we met, being a victim of ‘sexual harassment’ was a shame for me. Silent harassment was always something that disturbed my inner-peace since childhood. Sometimes when I close my eyes to sleep or the lights go…

Stargazing With You

I’m connecting these stars to trace your deep brown eyes, those thick eyebrows, beard that you always keep neat and lips that put a smile on mine without you even having to try. The stars come together, this constellation seems familiar to them. In the dark purple sky I’m now catching you looking down on…

You Are Not Irreparably Broken

The last time I listened to these voices in my head, all I could hear was, ‘I want to die.’ I’ve written many suicide notes. I’ve held blades and glasses against my wrist but, have never been able to go further. The feeling of worthlessness, abandonment, and isolation changes the person we are and, consequently…

Shame, Guilt and The Thin Line In Between

‘A man’s past is not simply a dead history… it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame.’ – Middlemarch, George Eliot You are in bed, counting sheep to kill insomnia. One sheep. Two sheep. …Ninety-nine And you are wide awake. Staring at the…

You’ll be mine, someday.

‘Will you marry me then?’ He remained silent. The hush leaving space for assumptions and calculations. ‘I take it for a “NO” then?’ He lengthened his silence. She loosened herself from his tight arms that held her around her waist and stood up from his lap. Her favorite place to stay. ‘I knew we will…

Eat Your Problems!

I told him I feel empty deep down even though I go about laughing and smiling around people and he said laughing, ‘Walk to the kitchen, eat something until you fill the emptiness’ and I smiled. I think that’s a part of growing up. When you can actually find solutions to your problems in the…

The Suicide Point.

Advit’s P.O.V I was about to fall off the cliff, but instead, I fell in love with her. She stood there, in a long turquoise maxi, hair let loose in the strong wind that made her look like she was in a music video. It would’ve made me a fool to ask her why she…

Strong-will.

‘Because in this world, not all are lucky’, she said when I asked why she did not proceed in working towards achieving her goal in life. I was not shocked because such a remark had not been new to me. I have met a lot more girls who have shared their bitter stories of how…