Thursday, December 26, 2013

2013 was a good year !

Why and how does love manage to hit me when I least expect it.
Why does it render me speechless and fill my head with nothing but thoughts of my beloved.
I thought I had gotten too old for this to happen, clearly I was wrong and now all I can do is just let it pass through my system. Not too different from a flu, haha !

Monday, October 7, 2013

Home

"The things I have seen, the places I have been, the people I have known, the houses I have called home, all those will remain. What will not remain is the life I have lived amongst them." - Amitabha Bagchi http://www.amitabhabagchi.com/whats-in-a-namesake/

Monday, September 30, 2013

Strangers

When you don't know anything about me and I don't know anything about you , that would make us strangers wouldn't it.

Acceptance

Must be what hell feels like - here's to the 3 year anniversary of when it all began to end .
Goodbye S

Denial

If you were losing what mattered to you most in the world what would you do ?

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Estranged

Estranged from everyone I love,
I seem a stranger to myself

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

S

Do I miss you, or is it the idea of you ?
It has been far too long for me to be sure,
I wish I could be wherever you are.
If only for a while, while I gather what it is that seems so lost to me.
Maybe I will find it in your smile, maybe I will find it in your laughter,
or maybe what I really hope for, is to find it in the little space between our fingers,
 intertwined.

Monday, August 19, 2013

I wish there was a way to engineer love

Monday, August 5, 2013

Maybe sometimes it’s hard to know what, exactly, love is.

Breaking Free From the Nesting Doll - published in nytimes

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/04/fashion/breaking-free-from-the-nesting-doll.html?smid=pl-share

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Excerpt - Reluctant Fundamentalist

My brother had come to collect me from the airport;he embraced me with sufficient force to cause my rib cage to flex. As he drove he ruffled my hair with his hand. I felt suddenly very young- or perhaps I felt my age: an almost childlike 22, rather than that permanent middle age that attaches itself to a man who lives alone and supports himself by wearing a suit in a city not of his birth.

Monday, April 8, 2013


“If you can't do great things, do small things in a great way.”

Napolean hill

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

The tragedy of failed ambition

There is great tragedy in being just good enough to get by
but not good enough to be great 

Wednesday, March 6, 2013


I don't live here 
But, I belong here #ties

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Love Freedom Grief

There is one thing that one must try to hold for oneself.
The strength to walk away.

May be that is a big part of the idea of freedom and independence. Big part of love as well.
Learnt it the hard way. Grief is not something one can walk away from, it can only be embraced.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Excitement

Excitement can feed off of itself, left unchecked it may burst. 

Thursday, January 3, 2013

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