Q. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? No. My mother wanted to name me something that wasn't all that common back then. After 3 years, my sister got the common (and beautiful) name though. Q. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Well...I guess, 2 days ago. In a bus; when time was passing by in... Continue Reading →
The Boat in a Bowl
The weather is dry. An inconsiderate wind blows once in a while. The land lying below is stern and uninviting. It is also silent here. There isn't a sound, except that of echoing silences punctured by thoughts that come from far away. These sounds are intermittent. Spread like a bed sheet all around is a... Continue Reading →
Straight Lines
Straight lines, Those infinite points that never turn around and come back. They go on and on unto eternity, on either side of a spectrum, of a system, from rues to gratitude from smiles to cries from balloons to cages. There are no second thoughts or reconsidered chances. These straight lines remain taut in my... Continue Reading →
Writing at Work…and Thinking
It's been a while I've written something for myself. Mostly, I attribute the negligence to this space to the fact that I do a lot of writing at work, and I'm almost, always saturated. I can't bring myself to write some more. Fortunately, for me, my work entails something I really like doing—writing. These days,... Continue Reading →
Sometimes it doesn’t…
When it doesn't fit in your grasp and it doesn't keep your hold. When it doesn't stay inside your reach, and it doesn't feel as whole. When it doesn't mind itself with you, and abounds adrift and free. Just let it go my friend, how can you ever catch the breeze? -Sameen
Almost There…and Not Yet
The incomplete, silver orb in the sky, hides behind floating cottony sheets. Our story is yet to consummate; even the moon is waiting for us to meet. -Sameen
Writing Wednesdays: The 10,000 Hour Rule
I was reading up stuff on the web when I stumbled on this site. I read the article thinking it would be about the 10,000 hour rule, only it wasn't exclusively about that. This is the portion of the write-up I liked best. I can't help but say this is recommended reading... I understand why... Continue Reading →
Picture in a Pitcher
These days, my feelings seem amplified. Everything I feel, has a distinct trough or crest to it. If I'm sad, I'm blue like the girl who dropped her lollipop. If I'm glad, I'm like the falcon in the air with the wind underneath its wings. If I'm angry, I'm the wild stallion you can't get... Continue Reading →
Grandmother’s Lantern
Beautiful. It would have been, and it can be; shall I permit it to. My existence; like the solitary lantern that still hangs on grandmother's porch. Its wick as black as the sins they tell us we've committed on the way to being the lords of moral fiefdom. Its glass dull like the cataract in... Continue Reading →
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