• Pieces
  • Anasthesia

    It’s 1 a.m. and I am right where you left me a year ago. In my living room. Chocolate brown couch. Phone in my hand. Texting a boy who isn’t you. And the only thing I can think about is how he is just not you. You with your uncanny charm and disaster awaits smile. […]

  • Firsts
  • An Open Letter To Manipal

      Dear Manipal, Four months of delightful encounters and strange people. You gave me a life, far away from the safety cushions home offered. With memories drenched in happiness, I am going to keep them locked away right at the centre of my heart. And no, Alohomora won’t do the trick. From being painfully homesick […]

  • Fiction
  • Together | Ficiton


    Driving each other crazy since the day we met. It was maddening. Your cologne still smells like the only home I have ever known. The crisp winter air represents a harsh irony to our intense warmth. Darling, our passion was at the acme. The only paths unexplored were the downs of our unsolved equation. We […]

  • Fiction
  • Second Skin | Fiction

    second skin

    She loathed the person she had become. How dare she put herself first? How dare she speak without a filter? How dare she claim her rights? How dare she decide to be black and white in this colored world? Selfish, materialistic, rebellious and hostile their favorite adjectives to coat her with. They loved it when […]

  • Fiction
  • Marks. | Fiction

    Maybe, in the end, that’s all we intend to do. Leave marks of our existence in the craziest ways imaginable. Who cares if these marks are faded scars? Or if these marks are unwritten messages that should have been sent ages back, who cares? Frankly, neither you nor me. I am stuck in this rat […]

  • Fiction
  • Recklessly.


    Maybe unknowingly bits of you will find itself in my writings. I might talk about your heroic effect or write tales polishing our star-crossed fate. Your essence might linger a little longer among my words. And that’s okay. I write with my heart, not my mind. Unfortunately, they are no more in sync, the ripples […]

  • Fiction
  • Victim of Love? 

    It’s been one of those “I don’t know what’s wrong with me” days for a while now. The tiniest hint of grief makes his heart crumble. Looking for an explanation as to why his heart feels so heavy. Tranquility is what he seeks. Hoping to conquer happiness and store it as a permanent resident of […]

  • Pieces
  • Why I Write.

    I love writing. It’s my form of freedom. My happiness. There is something about it when the words rhyme or the story fits, it’s so exhilarating. I am in love with words. I love playing with words, putting them in different places, making stupid meanings and forming sentences that grow to stories/poems. A writer is […]

  • Fiction
  • Fighter.


    “As we talked the night grew darker. We were both sleepy, but neither of us wanted to say goodbye. Our talks were plain nonsensical, yet the most meaningful conversation I had ever had”, she whispered. Her eyes moist, looking for answers, I wished, I could give her. With a sigh she continued, “His voice was […]