I don’t want to be a secret phone call that ends as the sun rises. I want to be your early morning alarm that is allowed to be loud in your bedroom. I want to be your person. I don’t want to be your secret. I don’t want to be your ink pen that … Continue reading I don’t want to be your secret
The first time you complained a little too much about the boy who made fun of your braces and at the same time took a few minutes longer to get ready to school, I knew that you were smitten. I don’t think either of us remember his name right now. And that is precisely … Continue reading A Letter To My Daughter On Heartbreaks,
In this age of technology, lost love is a death by a million stabs. Be the passport size photograph tucked away in an old wallet away from the eyes of my spouse. Be the password that only I type and find eight seconds of solace. Be the rotting love letters. Be the gifts that … Continue reading Death by a million stabs
To the boy who is on his way, How are you? Actually, where are you? The more you get stuck on your way, I am going to start believing this worlds idea of love. When I was six years old, I believed that you were coming on a horse. When I was twelve, you had … Continue reading TO THE BOY WHO IS ON HIS WAY
Till death do us part. Or, maybe not. Wedding vows if you ask me, need not be about forevers. Promise to make each other’s sandwich with extra mayonnaise and never be stingy when it comes to love or chocolate spread. Promise to know by-heart how many spoons of sugar they like to take with their … Continue reading And What The Vows Should Say.. !
I remember a little framed quote that I always used to keep at my desk. It read “If your heart was really broken, you would die.” It was a constant reminder to my no-nonsense cynical self that a heartbreak was not that painful. Heartbroken to me was nothing but a theatrical misconception that a stoned … Continue reading Heart-Broken
He can’t possibly break my heart. Staring at uninterrupted nothings and smiling, just because. Sweet-nothings, pounding anticipation and impulsive blushes. Waking up to a text from you and sleeping to the sound of your voice. Racing heartbeats and occasional hand-holding. I am going to pretend that I like superhero movies. I love being around you, … Continue reading The Honeymoon Phase
Sometimes I wonder if there is any way to explain this at all. Long after stars gave way to overpowering sunlight, a hot sunny afternoon. There is nothing whimsical; sweaty palms and nervous small talk about nothing. No arms around my waist or foot-popping, but just pounding anticipation. As you drew me closer, my heart … Continue reading Bittersweet
I went to a book exhibition that had a few thousand second hand books stacked up in an old room. It was like a fairyland to anybody who loves books.I took a minute to take in the musty redolent smell of paper and ink that filled the room. Have you ever walked into a second … Continue reading The untold tale behind every book!