Where The Lost Thoughts Go

(This is a story (edited version) I wrote for Diamond’s Photostory contest. It was very much an impulsive write and I apologise in advance if it appears nonsensical). I saw him from a distance. It was a mere glimpse, but I registered so much of his face in that tiny fraction of a second. He…

Free

“I’m done.” Her house keys landed on the entryway dresser for the final time. She noted how the jingle made its usual ‘welcome home’ sound… Yet she was running in the other direction. “I’m finished.” He pulled up in his tattered red station wagon, the homiest sight that could have welcomed her. The screen door…

The Pen’s Lament

(please click here to view this post on the site along with the podcast) Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.― Yip Harburg With every word I pen down, I see how your innate melody distorts them to fall in line with the tune you were born with….

The Puppet Heart

Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches He found her on the roadside, many thoughts ago. Like a flower frozen in spring was she, with blond ringlets and stark blue eyes….

Home

One never reaches home,’ she said. ‘But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.― Hermann Hesse, Demian: Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend Where the skies rain beauty,Where the trees shed joyAnd man bleeds greed,Peace, we await your return. Where destiny’s hopesAre written in the…

FREEDOM

Confined to the Shackles of societal norms, Bound to a life Etched in stone, And prevented from Exercising her basic rights, She is suppressed And her voice silenced. To her, Freedom is but a stranger. “It was cruel. Like opening a birdcage to let the bird fly out, whilst all the while it’s tethered by…