To Ending Chapters…

​ Do the yellow pages at the back of your diary know me by now? Do the ink stains right down your ripped pockets whisper my name mutely? I unwind the string back and again to find myself drowning in the question of “Maybe”-s while getting soaked in the drops of “Almost”. Might not be... Continue Reading →


…But Mum,We both grew up!

​ I was just Five then. And I remember the date from your diary, 12th of July, when I called out to you for the first time. Muffled up, with my toothless smiles following that most adored word of ages.... In the stillness of ourselves, I stared back at your glowing face which held a... Continue Reading →

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