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Metro Diaries: All over again!

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Noorie stopped in her tracks while getting dressed up to go out. A crumpled piece of paper from her pocket had brought along an avalanche of memories. Just a normal day, just a normal outing and just her old favourite pair of jeans was now turning into an abnormal day. 
A bill dated 26th June from her favourite coffee shop stared back at her as she opened the washed piece of paper and strained her eyes to read more. 26th June, that date got struck in her head. That was the day she had shared her last cup of coffee with him. As they walked out of the café hand in hand, he had met with a terrible accident which didn't injure him physically but he fainted on the road much to her dismay.

From the attic of memories ~ Day # 7 (On talking)

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In the last few years, my ability to hold conversations has gone down. Initially it scared me, because I am a chatter box (Or should I now say, WAS a chatter box). My activity on WhatsApp has gone down to abysmal and so have my phone calls. I hate making or receiving calls. Worse, unexpected phone calls even from people I know give my anxiety.

Love, Life & Musings

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“Stories will be told, poems will be written, songs will be sung but there will never be enough love to be felt. We will always keep looking for it in the lyrics of a long forgotten song, those now hazy nicknames, the narrow lanes of nostalgia, the warmth of a much needed hug, that missing yet knowingly comforting smile or just the thought of being alive under the same sky….staring at the same moon. “

If wishes were horses...

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Life is all about wishes. We wish for something and we get something else, only to realise that perhaps we were wishing for this more than what we thought we were. If you have been following my blog since inception (Ah! That sounds so technical!) But you get the sense of it right? If you have been here for a while you will know that I have had my own share of 'claim to fame' moments when I got published in anthologies and then ofcourse my solo collection Metro Diaries 1 & 2. After that of course things have been quiet for the longest now and honestly, I have no clue when I will have something huge to announce. THAT is actually the reason behind this post.

Timeless Love (Flash Fiction)

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"Where is Baba?" Amayra asked immediately after entering the house.
"He is watching some documentary on the television." Her mother replied nonchalantly before going back to the kitchen.

Bittersweet memories - Cake (Not a movie review)

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In the recent few years, I am glad to have found movies on dysfunctional families which tell me, I am not alone. To be honest, though perfectly happy families were good to watch on screen, after a point they would hurt. For they seemed to be reminders of all the good things missing from your life. Worse, they left you with tons of expectations that would seldom get fulfilled. These movies have given me a sense of belongingness, one that I could rarely find in movies till now. And am so glad to have finally discovered them.I am attempting to write what one of the many movies I have loved made me feel. Cannot be called a review or a critic. It is more of a monologue on why I loved this movie.

Yaadon ka Karkhana # 2 - Movies & Magic

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2017 was the year I spent most of the time lying in my bed. One after another several health issues kept hitting, rendering my unable to do anything much except sleep and mop around in bed. While I did spend most of it shedding copious tears, but once I was bored of doing that I decided to watch movies. Because holding books at times is an effort, music seems like noise and you feel like staring at something on the screen which distracts you from your current surroundings. After books if there is anything that has the magical power to tele-transport you, then it has to be movies.