Screams met by silence because Of course they only echo Within my own consciousness Reverberating off the Edges of images past Blurred, greyed and coloured by Wishful thinking, hindsight tinted By hopes, dreams, desires
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An Open Letter to Mahesh Shah, CEO of Hometown
Dear Mahesh Shah, For the last ten days I have been begging for forgiveness. Begging for forgiveness for whatever twists of fate led me to purchase furniture (through Pepperfry) from Hometown. I’d had an awesome experience with Pepperfry as long as it was their customer service, deliveries and carpenter services, but with Hometown I haveContinue reading “An Open Letter to Mahesh Shah, CEO of Hometown”
The Pieces of Who You Were
Words, it bears remembering Are simply acoustics, sounds And breath warmed by the body Mixed till sweet, sour, bitter or pungent They cannot break your skin, Choke air from lungs, pierce organs, Burst arteries or sever limbs Yet somehow they tear through Eardrums, towards skull, seeking Deepest abscesses of minds Darkest corners of souls RootingContinue reading “The Pieces of Who You Were”
An Ode to The Old House
The lobby smells of cream, that’s the only way I can describe it. It’s a nice comforting scent that lingers in the entrance area – not too strong not too weak – the baby bear of smells. I stand in the room surveying the space around me carefully. There is a long hallway of anContinue reading “An Ode to The Old House”
The Storm
Questions, emotions, thoughts Stew in the recesses of my mind Winds gathering speed Bitter-tinged words rise from my heart Up hoarse overworked vocal cords Clawing their way to my tongue I stop. I open my mouth. I swallow. Air gushing, throat clamped in protest My heart, a disgruntled woodpecker Hammering away, willing shallow breaths ItContinue reading “The Storm”
My Inverted Rainbow
Originally posted on redefiningidentity's Blog:
My Inverted Rainbow –Utkarsh Amitabh My grandmother introduced me to the world of colors when I was in second grade. Every afternoon she sat by my side and together we colored the newspaper cartoons with color pastels. Soon after that, she read out my favorite folk tales and put…
The Journey to Haci Abdullah
It is our second night in Istanbul, and we have just finished surveying the Grand Bazaar. When we are done, Aditi and I sit on a bench to plan dinner. It is dark, and we are eager to get back to our side of Istanbul. We make a plan to go to the Golden Horn,Continue reading “The Journey to Haci Abdullah”
Exploring Sultanahmet: Haghia Sophia, The Basilica Cistern & The Blue Mosque
We start the day slowly, though we are awake unusually early. Although the weariness of our travels makes us sluggish, the time difference means our body clocks are two and a half hours ahead, which means 8:30 am makes for a pretty leisurely start. After we shower and get ready, we grab a pumpkin spiceContinue reading “Exploring Sultanahmet: Haghia Sophia, The Basilica Cistern & The Blue Mosque”
Etihad Airlines, Eggs & Our Istanbul Transit Adventures
Aditi and I booked window seats one in front of the other for our trip to Turkey, via Abu Dhabi. I am seated in 32K, and Aditi has the window seat behind me. However, when we get there, there is already a man sitting in her seat. He looks confused, as he doesn’t appear toContinue reading “Etihad Airlines, Eggs & Our Istanbul Transit Adventures”
Fight or Flight: Anxiety and My Adventures in Mental Health
Adrenaline surges, your muscles feel weak yet poised to bolt. You feel every moment of contraction in your heart as if it was the first time you heard it beat. Cool sweat erupts from your pores, glistening your skin. Your throat closes half suffocating you. Maybe your fingers or your lower lip trembles. For moments,Continue reading “Fight or Flight: Anxiety and My Adventures in Mental Health”
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