4:17 am I am up 13 minutes before the Friday morning alarm is due. The Husband is asleep but unconsciously hugs me as I battle with the duvet in a futile quest for a comfortable spot to tuck myself into. In the eve of an early morning flight, the conscience flits through several undesirable or…
Category: Stories
She for She
Notice. The women everyone calls strong. With pillars for thighs and metal for bones. Wide-eyed daughters raised like sons Given away in marriage like homeless pawns. Notice. The women everyone calls strong. With pillars for thighs and metal for bones. Notice. Their unfaltering facades. Sculptured faces behind corporate walls. Notice. Her bristling CVs. Talon like…
Chitkadoni
The tears rose inside her lungs, breaking and scattering with each ragged breath. A shudder ran through her body, tightening into a climax, rippling through the struggling tears and calming them down. Why was she crying? She considered this for a second. She knew the answer, or at least where it hid in the back…
The Girl at Hayes and Harlington
Hear Alarm. Toss and turn. Grapple with the frustrations of waking up for approximately 1-2 hours. Tumble into hard ground at some point in the morning. Wash, brush, dress, get out. Walk to station. Tap oyster. Grab a Costa. Grab a train. Check phone. Sip drink. Get out of train. Tap oyster again. Meet her eyes. Yesterday…
The Dead Vs The Living
We live in a world where death is the ultimate climax. It’s only in death that we are remembered most profoundly, forgiven most easily, prayed upon most sincerely. It’s only in death that we amount to something substantial so that we can die a hero of sorts. Our lives and memories are combed in search…
25 things
Anyone who lives in a world of organized chaos recognizes how important it is to divide one’s junkyard of thoughts into achievable/recognizable chunks. Scribbling work notes on the folds of your brain or tapping grocery items on your shiny Smartphone is second nature to you. Along comes an article starting with a finite, doable number…
Two eyes. Two worlds.
There was sleep left in her left eye. She rubbed it vigorously, as though trying to find a spot to dent so that the sleep could whoosh out. No luck. How strange because the right eye was up and awake, ready for the world. She sighed. Maybe closing it for 5 more minutes would help….
perks (?) of being a woman engineer.
I am an engineer, irrespective of the number of makeup products I put on my face. Despite being an oestrogen secreting human invading a testosterone wrought domain, I am proudly and loudly feminine. I switch from being a steel capped boot person to a flashy, 3 inch heel person as easily as I switch between…
You burned
Neither of us saw it coming. BOOM! The force of it blew me off the pedestal of our warped existence. ‘It’s coming down,’ my inner voice warned, quivering ever so slightly. I felt the double edged choke of hope and fear. This was it, I realized. A divine intervention. What now? I squinted through the…
No win-win for women.
I see a lot of hard-feelings from housewives hating on working women on my Facebook newsfeed. The latter probably deserve it for their condescending attitudes towards stay-at-home moms. Putting the hatred and condescension aside, I want to talk to those women willing to listen and love those on the other side. I am not a mom nor a housewife so…
Old Tunes
And suddenly I find you, Embedded in this song and that tune As sure as the lyrics but… Inaudible, intangible Lurking surreptitiously Faint footprints slowly fading Going…but not gone Showing…but not shown Overwritten, scribbled out Code after code, Function after function With no return values But alas… The mind is not a program
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