Simple Complications

    I’ve been trying to write something for a while now. It’s been 14 days since my life feels a little black and white, 14 days since the uproarious laughter and deafening echoes of shuffling cards surrounding these walls has suddenly been slashed. It feels a little stupid to think I will walk into our Pune house and Nani won’t be there, with my favourite food for lunch and my supply of Khari biscuit for the next few days. What’s absolutely preposterous is, basically our entire family had been there for 2-3 weeks now, and there was nothing quite like all of us being there and living together that she adored. I’m home now, and I’ve never been more homesick. We left at 5am, and I couldn’t stop crying the whole 3hr ride back home. I can’t believe I left the house and Nani didn’t wave me goodbye, didn’t hug me tight and ask me when I’d come next. Nani loved sleeping on terraces. We’d pack it with mattresses and sleep on the terrace, and one such night, it rained, and boy, did w...

We're living in unprecedented times. From what I've heard through various youtubers, it usually takes you 21 days to make something a habit. That's why they say, if you want become a morning person, wake up at 7am everyday, no matter what, for 21 days, and then it shouldn't be an issue. You'd think that applied to living through a global pandemic. We're literally living the hyperbole. What a sensational time we're living in. Many of us, myself included, seem to forget it's been a hundred and sixty five days since the world shut down. You get used to the flow, the lost track of time, the "when did I last shower?" (that one's just me, oops?) We're all trying so hard to get back into the normal and wish to just go to college and live at the hostel, get back into the offices and meet our colleagues, that we never did take the time to process, what a toll this can take on our minds. I loved my schedule. I had afternoon college, so I...

"The true purpose of the strong is to promote greater strength in the weak, and not to keep the weak in that state where they are at the mercy of the strong." Christian D. Larson, very beautifully, quotes. It really makes me think about the kind of person I've been, and the kind of atmosphere I've been in, almost all my life. I think I've always prided myself over how I'm somebody who rarely gives up, or rather, somebody who rarely stops believing. But I think somewhere down the line I knew that that would change, because I thought I'd just not seen the "real" world yet. Maybe I was right, or maybe I just want myself to think I was.  Some days, I feel invincible. Like I'm the best there is, like no competition can ever cross me. That's not right, I get that, but I can't help feeling that.   Other days, I feel invincible, in a sense that I'm going to reach where I want to. I deserve it, and the Universe knows that. So why on E...

She sat there on her bed lightly caressing the blade in her hand. Various scenarios rushed through her mind. Repercussions, consequences, of what was about to take place. Her mind went to dark places. She thought about the various letters she'd written to every important person in her life and how those letters were hidden away, to be found at a time those very people would be able to understand, in the very least, why she did what she did. She thought about how she would glide that shining piece of steel over her waxen writing paper-like- skin. Her red river of life would flow out effortlessly and gracefully, as if it had been waiting for this day,to get out of the prison, she called her body. She thought about her marble tiles covered in liquid as if a water pipe burst in her room. How her mother would walk into a pool of slightly dried maroon, because by the time the sun rises, she'd be long gone. She thought about how this was the last straw, and she smiled. Everything wa...

Don't laugh na it's called perspective jeez So recently, my close-to-the-heart long thumb nail got stuck in the elevator and chipped off at the edge. I could've easily took a file and carefully shaped it around the cut, to avoid further wreckage of my beloved nail. Obviously, because turns out hurting myself is one of my hobbies, I clearly did not. Fast forward to two days later, the chipped nail had made its way to its death, and I still, did not do anything about it. More often than not, things that you know love the most, end up hurting you a lot. You'd think it must be easy having so many people who love and cherish you, sometimes you may not see it, and when you do, it's hard ripping off that damn bandage. You need to let go of that thing that used to mean so much to you for so long. You've grown up together, and now you're growing apart. It sucks, but it's okay. You'll be stuck with  broken nail for a while, it'll definitely not mat...

Amidst the tall dark trees and green mossy grass, within the fresh smell of a heavily poured rain on mud, and wrapped in the charming sounds of animals. You think it rests. You think it is given birth, and it finds its prey, one after the other. Captivating their souls and taking command of their actions. You think it doesn't let go until it's hurt everyone around them, mentally and physically and emotionally. You think once it's done with that job, it captivates another, and yet another, until there is no good person left. You could not be more wrong. They don't lie within the woods or amidst the smell. They live within you. You bring out the worst in people. You show them their insecurities like they're a joke. You cast them out like the trash. No, you're the trash. You change them as per your needs, like they're a piece of clothing you own. You don't accept them, and you use it like its an excuse to make them "the better version of themselves....