Drooling over your curly waves,tracing imaginary lines from the beginning,while soothing my blurred vision by sketching,your never ending vastness.
Me: Hey hi! Harshita. You?Radha: Radha Rama RadhikakrishnanMe: *thinking* Her parents must be alliteration freaks.Radha: Actually, my mother has a PhD in Literature.Me: *thinking* she reads minds.Radha: Umm.. I don’t read minds. It’s just that I am aware of this thinking face.
It all started as an argument one drunken night with two people I met at a friend’s house party.
“No dude, not everybody is photogenic.”, I claimed. “Everybody is photogenic, if their element is captured well.”, they argued. While this debate went on for quite some time, I had no idea…
It was a Woman’s Day gift. And a great one at that. Unexpected and delayed, but wholeheartedly appreciated. So much so, that an entire weekend trip was planned to make it happen.
It had been almost four years since I last ate his perfectly cooked dish of lasagna. I had…
Our heroine’s successful storytelling debut convinced her to do it again. The first story had striked a conversation which didn’t end. Only the arrangement changed. From a cozy Dylan’s Cafe where the warmth comforted them, to the cold Assam House’s terrace, where they endlessly shivered…
Gossip is one of the things every household maid is associated with immediately. And it’s quite true. All the helpers I ever came across were pro-gossipers. Not this one though.
Shraddha, that’s what the lady who cleans our house is called. By everyone, including her…
So my first spoken word performance finally happened! And it was an opening act with a very dear friend.
Now there’s something I learned from Sarah Kay back in Pune — love poems work wonderfully for age group 15–23. My audience fell in the same group and hence, I wrote a…
Today morning, a person posted something that was wrong on so many levels, I decided to let him know. Somehow, he took it on his ego and rather than acknowledging his mistake, defended his stupidity in the name of…
There is something about eye contacts that make them more powerful than words. Especially if it’s the right person. It’s almost as if you are diving into each other’s mind and figuring out what’s going on inside it. Perhaps, that’s why I suck at having a strong eye contact with people I don’t know. Letting…
His lips kissed her inked shoulder,giving her the tingles she longed for.Her hands smoothly made the way,tousling and ruffling his silky hair.His eyes looked up to hers,only to see them twinkle.It lead to the drum rolls, ah,and when they couldn’t hold back anymore,they ended in a fruitful, deep union…
