A few years back, during Game of Thrones season, I made the mistake of posting on a friends Facebook wall that I could not watch that weeks episode because I was sleep deprived. Another girl who went to high school with us immediately commented something to the extent of “why are you sleep deprived Mira?Continue reading “An Open Letter to the Parents in My Life”
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Why Mosquitos Cannot Be Fireflies
That ravenous yearning that Never satiates because Mosquitoes cannot ever Be fireflies, Parasites Can not be friends, Symbiosis Will never be our way of life It is far better to plunge the Knife deep into my flesh or spine Than to see me as the magic To charm your pathetic Shortcomings into muscle This princessContinue reading “Why Mosquitos Cannot Be Fireflies”
Confessions of a Vagabond
My alarm goes off at 4:30 am. My hand slaps towards my phone as if it is an actual clock, finally managing to silence it, if only momentarily. As a precaution I have set an alarm at 4:25, 4:35 and 4:40 lest my body goes on strike and I miss my flight (which has happened).Continue reading “Confessions of a Vagabond”
The Things You May Not Do
The things that cannot be bought By money, self-satisfaction Synthetic smiles or shared Rose-tinted delusions You may lull me into Submission for one night Or two or three but only In flesh, muscle and bone Skin deep, yet to pierce vein So wipe away that smugness Scrub it, scourge it from your face Underneath yourContinue reading “The Things You May Not Do”
Mock, Stalk & Quarrel: A Review
Mock, Stalk & Quarrel – A Collection of Satirical Tales by Indrani Ganguly My rating: 4 of 5 stars Mock, Stalk and Quarrel is a delightful collection of 29 tales of situations that we’ve all witnessed in some way. The voices and subject matter of the tales vary. In some we see very familiar politicalContinue reading “Mock, Stalk & Quarrel: A Review”
Uncomfortable Truths
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
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”
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