Painting Her Lips

‘I know it all,’ she whispered, swallowing what could have been a tear. Or was it a yawn? She looked like she hadn’t slept for days. Blue-grey veins peeked from where the concealer had shifted under persistent digging of fingernails. ‘But you see, logic isn’t the language of the heart.’ Her voice was almost inaudible…

Love and Snow

I scraped up the remains of that winter when it all began. Snow that fell in london as you and I fell in love in some other corner of the world. I wanted to hold onto that beginning somehow, store it in a jar, hang it on a wall, decorate it in a mantelpiece. But…

Human Thief

This, you should know. You won’t find it in the telly or news or mundane chit chats at dinner on Friday night. No one will update their status, share it as a story or stop you in the streets. Almost as though it wasn’t important at all. But it is. And you need to know….

‘…because you are a girl.’

I remember the day I came outside a programming lab crying my eyes out. I was studying nearly two years worth of engineering courses that second year because technically, it was my first. The dilemma? How to apply knowledge faster than I was gaining it. The darling professor, a kind withered soul, looked at my sorry…