The birds in my alarm chirped at 3:30 AM. The minute my socked feet hit the cold floor, HERE I AM...a dull throbbing ache crooned itself awake! If only the ache was as granular and bite-worthy as the Bryan Adams song... As I frantically knocked some doors in my memory palace at that ungodly hour, … Continue reading The Call Of The Mountains : Lord of the Senses
It started off with a loud NO! The year was 2014. September, an odd month when the whole of India experiences monsoon differently. Down South, wet and humid; up North, wet and cold. Not a season to travel to the mountains for sure (unless it's rains you are crazy about!). Since the day my Dad … Continue reading The Call of The Mountains : Gateway to The Gods
So, the oldies were out of town and my sis and I were obviously overjoyed. NO! Not because we had our home for ourselves! We were over the moon just because this was the opportunity we were waiting for, over a year. Spring Cleaning! Yes. We belong to that breed of humans! We actually … Continue reading The Call Of The Mountains: The Beginning
Learning to accept ourselves with grace is like a journey by train to a hitherto unknown location on the map for a getaway. It begins with delirious anticipation. Of the dawn of the day of departure. Of the destination. Of what the sights and sounds might be like. Of who we would be there. If … Continue reading Next Stop: Acceptance
Who Am I? It's a question we are all guilty of asking at one of time in our lives. The tricky question comes with answers that can flood a small country yet none of them seem anywhere close to quench our thirst. As a young kid, I was often told that I was lying helpless … Continue reading Dichotomy Of My Identity : I AM…
A page out of a suicide attempt survivor's journal Bullying and Abuse in early childhood leaves you with a mysterious intense sadness that radiates in the form of hatred for the world. You wish to shed your burnt skin and scalded mind for something else. Anything else that’s not human. Anything else that doesn’t feel … Continue reading Dichotomy Of My Identity: Suicide Attempt Survivor
“The world you live in is in its last vestiges. Hold on to dear old life!” That’s the media; print and television alike, peddling its ragbag brimming with doomsday predictions to people like me who are at home, quarantined since a month, fighting hard to stay above the quicksand of endless information that’s seemingly updated … Continue reading Doomsday Alert No: 3405! SORRY! NOT THE END!
Pain is an inexplicable thing. Not physical pain. Pain, that has sprawled itself like the mythological 3-headed dog deep in the recesses of our mind palaces. It lolls around idly, bobbing its treble heads in unison, in that vast expanse on most days. Snaking its way to spaces it’s forbidden to enter. Peeping into unnumbered … Continue reading Dichotomy Of My Identity: I Am A Survivor
Am I just a series of haphazard episodes capturing my chronological, close encounters with horror to you? Am I the omnibus of all my talents of ingenuity you were never curious to know? Am I the assortments of all those skills you perceive I should possess that I know don’t matter much in the grand … Continue reading Dichotomy Of My Identity: I Am More
The now-accustomed face on the other side of the mirror is conventionally pretty today. Those dark pools of penetrating intensity, lined with kohl could burn a hole through your heart. A closer look at the prominent nose shows a slight dent on the top left where the purple cat-eyes perch gently like a Persian cat … Continue reading Dichotomy Of My Identity: WHO AM I?