Confessional writing can tear you apart, plunge deep into your darkest memories and like EM Forster would say, spread them out in the sunlight so that you as well those reading you can know the meaning of them. But there is confessional writing that seeks to understand and resolve pain and writing that just wants […]
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Category: Freefalling
Daddy’s Little Girl?
“My Dad always wore the pants in the family,” shared Avika, my buddy. She is married and expects her husband to do the same. She avoids confrontations and standing up for herself. She is a people pleaser. She is even willing to give up her high-paying job and her identity to get the affirmation from her man. When I […]
Faded..
His lips quivered and tears streamed down his wrinkled cheeks as he held the yellowing piece of paper close to his heart. Memories of the love of his life flashed in his mind forcing a ghost of a smile to linger on his face. He read once again the note she had given him on […]
Music, images and words..
Music, images and the written word … while being, inanimate, in themselves … many a time, make up for the absence of the human presence, the heart connect, emotional bonding, conversations, sharing, understanding … and in an inexplicable way, become a best friend, a soul mate, a co-witness, who is so needed … they nurture […]
The Rapture Of Being Ridiculous….
Have you ever had a conversation in gibberish? Whispered sweet nothings, yelled expletives, expressed surprise or disgust using meaningless combinations of sounds? Try it out, and it will be one conversation you will thoroughly enjoy. You will learn how mere body language and meaningless sounds can evoke different emotional reactions in you, and in others. […]
My Life With Rose And Peter
A few years in the Goan villages have earned a morning ‘hi’ from many households I pass on the way to work. I’ve developed a deep respect for the local lifestyle, with a few years with Rose and Peter, at their Addams Family-esq estate in North Goa. Rose is an enigma, smooth faced and soft […]
No, A Woman Is Not Like a River
I am not ashamed to admit that Aitraaz is one of my Bollywood guilty pleasures. I watch the film every time it’s on television-Not only do I find it highly amusing but I also find it interesting because it touches upon the fact that males can also face sexual violence. Anyway, as I watched it today […]
The Other World
In this quiet corner of the Northern hemisphere, where I am currently living, spring is just a metaphor. There is no warm sun, no green foliage and of course, no scented breeze. The roads and buildings never recover from the winter gloom. seriously, by the time they manage to peel off a layer of gray, the winter arrives with […]
A Story Of Deathless Love
When Ophelia scatters bits of her sanity with a bunch of flowers in a final heartbreaking farewell to the world where her father has been killed by the man she loves; when Devdas breathes his last, his gaze transfixed upon a gate that will never afford him a glimpse of the woman he has destroyed […]
Spring..
Spilling over with abandon, Bursting forth with life. No barriers.No boundaries. Not a shackle in sight. Spring in joyous, unfettered flight. Rachna Tiwari is a hospitality professional, residing in Gurgaon and working in New Delhi. She hails from a services background and has lead a nomadic life in her formative years. Her interests include reading, movies […]
Hold On
Life is all about contrasting decisions, each one making a new ripple; sometimes saving you and the other times destroying you. I have written before about letting go and moving on, but now, I’ll write about the opposite. About the virtue of holding on. Nowadays, people have lost the patience to tolerate cracks in […]
On Simple Pleasures
Life is a riddle. When we try and unfold its layers, we learn a little more. For most people, life does not unfold as a picture book story. As time moves, we see the colours fading. The innocence of childhood, the zeal of the sophomore, the spiritedness of youth; all of that fades into grey. And wisdom […]