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History is a long story started with "Hi" and it never ends. A small subset, is created here. ;)

Sorry!

The table heard me saying sorry when I spilled some snacks on it. As the nose blow hard, and I sneezed and whispered Sorry I'm sick into my tissue. Aagh! Sorry I'm late, as I valued their time more than mine. Huh! Sorry I was occupied, despite my occupation is

Miracles

How a morning dew sprinkled on the shrubs, How the rays of sunshine through the windows, How the cloud cover passes above the mountains, How the wind blowing by the dancing trees, How the dust storm travels the desert, How the rain drops echo the rivers, How lost love returns

Vengeance of headless brides

Vengeance of headless brides

In 1730s, a small kingdom on the banks of Rhine in today’s Germany, witnessed the first floods. After weeks of helplessness, the king rowed across flooded fields seeking advice from the lone banished priest. Post the prayer, the priest said, “for there is water, we need fire and blood.

I’ll love you, later!

Dear, Your presence brightens my inability to silence my smile, mute the glow on my face, locks my eyelashes. Your absence brings the undeniable gloom, disparaged eyebrows, and the smile takes rest. My love to you is evident, and my expressions aren’t hidden in their burrows. While I want

How often do you look back?

How often do you look back?

*How often? How often do you look back at life you left behind? * Oh dear! I tilt my head to the life of certainty once in every while. For each step I take ahead, I count how far am I from the life I led. With every tiny adventure I

Knock Knock

“Knock knock.” “who’s there?” “Me!” “Who’s me?” “You’re you!” We might be the last generation to get this joke! *With no door knock, my knuckles never chuckle… The anticipation of a cousin’s call, with no knock echo through the hall… With no knock on the door,

Platonic friendships

Platonic friendships

The boundaries are often unclear, and yet the intertwined lifestyles blur the distance, in friendship. There’s no exclusivity, no commitment, no priority. The existence of one another is celebrated, the joys and successes of others matter a lot but they’re not in our head when life replays. It’

Welcome 2021

The year was 2020. Notorious in modern history as the year that paused the world, with a deadly virus. The progress of existence hasn't yielded ahead, changing the way we define time. With travel restrictions, the sun-dried up and the earth took a halt. The world quickly adapted to a

Game of life

Game of life is my way of keeping myself entertained and focused. Ever since I could afford to have a lifestyle, I've set myself peculiar interests. While year-long resolutions don't really work out in general, I've figured a way to deal with it. Gamified my daily life. I don't set

A thousand and ten

A thousand and ten

It's Monsoon. A thousand ants marched in all corners of the house with a distinct purpose. It is beyond our ability to grasp their goals, and our diplomacy talks failed. The troops started in a kitchen corner, sprawled to the bedroom. They relentlessly marched across the house and built tents

#BehindTheBills

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#BehindTheBills

In 2019, I challenged myself in a rather unique way. I told myself I'd write stories behind shopping bills, using the whitespace efficiently. I wrote close to 300 stories in the entire year. Some of them are good, some were meh. The personal challenge improved my perspective to write instant

The Monday ride

The Monday ride

I flicked the butt, paused the music, tied the lace, and stepped out for my usual breakfast place down the lane. The streets are eerily silent for a Monday dawn. I grab my newspaper. The front page said, "A woman stood facing the wall; not an odd sight for the

26..err..27?!?

I'm 27 years old. I've counted the years, from my date of birth till today.. we all do this every year despite being fully aware of our age, don't we? As if we question ourselves, did we live these many days?!? When I retrospect events of every year, it amuses

The low tides of high hopes

The low tides of high hopes

The sand washed deep away engrossed every while, The wind howling high away embraced with a wail, The clouds moving far away endorsed with a will, I was sitting on a high rock taking a puff of smoke of a dried leaf.. The sun was going out of sight, taking

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Shutter tales

I was against the idea of photography for quite a few years. I was a firm believer in > live in the moment, not capture them for memories. When I saw a tiger in a jungle for the first time, my instinct wasn't to take out a camera. Few others around

You live only once

Eternal love

Dark and bright

Wind blowing love

Book aroma

The art gallery

A scribbling short story..

The exhaust of backpack

The exhaust of backpack

While many of us wonder at the idea of backpacking to travel and relax our body and mind for a few days, the bitter truth is travel is exhausting. If anything, more exhausting than going to the office on a 9 to 5 shift every day. Let’s begin with

Oh shit, I'm 26 now!

Oh shit, I'm 26 now!

With my nose sneezing unconditionally, I had a pill and fell asleep by 11pm. Unusual of me. A few minutes into a dream I no longer remember, I had my phone buzzing, and the person on the line says, "Happy Birthday". My semi-asleep brain processed it a little lazily and

Small talk on modern love

She: It's love that we lack. No matter how well we do, unless we don't have someone to love and get loved back. This feeling shall persist. Me: Yeah.. we all need someone..who awaits your call, excited for little things, surprises you, who takes your joy in your success,

The loner

This is a scribbling I've done, sitting on marine drive Mumbai the other night. I wanted to keep the image as it is, instead of typing it or editing it. Please give your feedback below/twitter/whatsapp/anywhere. :)