Sakhi, Wo Mujhse Kehkar Jaate

I went on a short-film watching spree tonight. I think I've seen about 15 of them, and this one warmed my heart up like no other. Almost as if I could watch my heart's face curve into a smile. (Yep, I put a face to a heart because I have the creative liberty. How abused... Continue Reading →

Meri Jaan Mujhe Jaan Na Kaho

This is the song you've been wanting to hear for a while now. Like an emotion that's just been swept under the carpet as one hears a knock on the door of one's heart, this song is meant to be tucked away, and kept safe, for rainy days, days of love, days of anguish and... Continue Reading →

Ruko.

You know there are days when you just sit up, take your laptop (or pen and paper, or typewriter, or iPad, or mind- whichever device it is that you use to make things up), and just vomit words out? I feel quite content the day after I do something like this. It lifts a weight... Continue Reading →

Chandni Raat (Ali Sethi)

I love the smell of love. I love the drunkenness. I love how annoying it is. I love how wonderfully coy. Did I mention how annoying it is? And maybe just as much obsessive? But. I love being lovesick. Always have. I feel like I've finally begun to function. The world is rosy. Life is... Continue Reading →

Sabse Khatarnaak (Pash)

What makes us human? As the year comes to an end and I'm socially pushed towards thinking of all the good things and the bad things of the year two thousand eighteen, my mind wanders off to the otherwise routine thoughts I have on any other day of the year. Such as: "I could probably... Continue Reading →

Tera Naam Nahi (Nida Fazli)

Could someone just live my life on my behalf? I wonder sometimes what a relief it would be. The trouble isn't the hardships of life, but the emptiness in it. There are days when I would just be grateful if I could feel something. I truly have witnessed life pass by. Day after day, every... Continue Reading →

Dil Dhoondhta Hai

I've been very restless lately. I've wanted to read the Gita for the longest time (even though I have a theory about the timing of it, but then that's for later), BUT then there is also Tolstoy, Pratchett, Ludlum, Ken Robinson, Nietzsche, Bukowski, Kahneman, Ayn Rand, Bono, Milan Kundera (and more) on my bedside. Hold... Continue Reading →

Postmortem Ki Report

Sometimes it takes a very small knife to make a very deep wound. Sometimes it takes a very few words, very few literary weapons, to cut through you and remind you of all the things that aren't perfect- outside of your perceivably large, tiny world. That's what this did to me. Here's Postmortem ki Report by the... Continue Reading →

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