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 →

Aapki Yaad Aati Rahi

So little to give away, I thought. What more was left? After all that I'd been through, what did I have left to give away? And so I smiled. Love's a funny business. Always has been. And what's the collateral damage to loving? Memories. Wouldn't we all just be better off if we had none?... Continue Reading →

Ye Ishq Hai

Aren't we all a little about love in one way or another? Even if it's our poison. A recent dialogue that played out in my head: I turned to someone because I was scared and unsure and feeling lost and mustered a lot of courage to say: "I feel nothing." He turned to me and... Continue Reading →

Naya Saal

Nida Fazli said: "दुनिया जिसे कहते हैं जादू का खिलौना है मिल जाए तो मट्टी है खो जाए तो सोना है" But someone very dear to me once told me: "मिल जाए तो मट्टी है, खो जाए तो भी मट्टी है" The more I live, the more I believe in what he told me. Nothing... Continue Reading →

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