Something about life

ये जो तुम्हारे पास होने और न होने के बीच का अंतर है , ये दिवार पे पड़ी दरार सा हो गया है। खिड़की नहीं , केवल दरार। खिड़की तो होती ही है कि बाहर की धूप हवा अंदर आए और कैद सी उमस खत्म हो जाए। पर दरार ? वो तो चुप सी सीमांए लांघ जाती है। कुछ बदल जाता है कमरे में। कमरा भी नहीं जानता क्या। ज़रा सी धूप मिट्टी सरक ही आती है और कमरे की घुटन ज़रा सी छटपटाती है। और इस लेनदेन के बाद , कमरा कुछ और सील सा जाता है , खुद को , थोड़ा और अकेला पाता है।

You are chocolate flavored cupcake in the bakery shop, In the world of formal shoes, you are my flipflop! You are the scent of fabric conditioner, on freshly washed sheet! In those indie songs I listen to, you are my favorite beat! You are the warmth of the sun at eleven on a sunny day, You are my favorite verse of all the things I say! You are the oversized, cozy sweatshirt of mine, You are the reddest of the red wine. You are the fragrance of baby soap on my skin at night, In these confusing left lanes, you are always right. You are the joy of finding an old note in a book. You are the 'plain' maggi that you cook. You are a cuppa on a rainy afternoon, You are the coolness of nightly sand dune.

Sorry for being late. You can blame it on the type of person that I am, procrastinator, lazy and laid back.  Going through the karvachauth posts, seeing the merriment around and witnessing the excitement some of my colleagues and neighbours have shown, I felt lonelier than usual. It was not the depressing loneliness, just a little sad reminder. You have some bad days in a relationship. You just have them more frequently if you are in a long distance. Switching on the TV didn't help. This whole debate about whether Karvachauth is a celebration of love and faith or a pure antifeminist mission to suppress women gave me a headache. The male panellists seemed frustrated on lack of their respective wives' devotion to them, the females certainly were not fasting. The anchor was not particularly handsome either. No reasons to keep watching this mindless drama.  Before you judge me, I am not anti karvachauth. I don't observe it myself, I wish I did. Plainly because the

With a broken heart and a broken soul, Burns down to ashes, and emerges as whole. Sparkles in the sun, gets washed in the rain, She cries like a river, but isn’t defeated by the pain. She might be called stubborn, selfish, a whore She laughs it off, and it’s all washed ashore. She swims with the tides and against it too She is strong like a rock, delicate like the dew. She falls down, but stands up every damn time She knows very well, failure is not a crime. She limps, she walks, and here she started to run. She might lose the race, but the game she won.

Dear BBC, I am a daughter of India and I condemn you making the documentary in the way you have made and I assure you that I am not going to compare our country to yours. I am not even going to criticise how your one sided approach has costed one brilliant student an internship. I would not analyse you making the documentary, but as I said, I DO NOT support the way you have made it.  Lets go back to the time when this incident took place. Rapes have been happening all across the globe. What made this one stand out? The brutality? Partially. But it was the anger and protest which made it historical. It happened one unfortunate night that one amongst us had to undergo the pain which we can not even imagine. What followed was beyond belief too. The brutality, the sick mentality and the realisation that it could have been any of us made the entire nation come out of their comfort zones and show the government at large that this is not acceptable. Peaceful protests happened