When confronted with the unknown, a human’s response can be of two types – of humility or of arrogance.
Continue reading →When confronted with the unknown, a human’s response can be of two types – of humility or of arrogance.
Continue reading →“Peter is nowhere to be seen today” she said leaning against the window. Her eyes twitched. The hot July afternoon sun barged in through the window and stood between us. Dust particles danced in concentric circles to the tunes of a typical afternoon.
I had my black, rugged hoodie on, which never left my body no matter what the outside temperature was. She asked if I wasn’t feeling hot in that and I said no.
Until a few weeks ago, before coming here, she never asked if I was feeling hot. She only asked how cold it was, and how cold it is going to get in winter. The possibility of a hot American summer was unfathomable to her. She never quiet believed me when I said it does get hot here in July.
It’s not her fault, though.
Continue reading →Sometimes when I am sending an image on WhatsApp, I accidently swipe up to find a range of filters to select from but don’t feel the need to select any. The Image filter is probably the most unused and unrecognized features of WhatsApp which tells a lot about human psyche. Continue reading →
This weekend, just like every other weekend, time gradually melted away and evaporated into thin air leaving behind the guilt and remorse of not using it well enough. The unfinished, disjointed notes of my phone did not transform into full-length writeups. Continue reading →
Every time I visit Chicago, I meet with these sparkling small blocks of living in the downtown area which remind me of my unfulfilled dream – a lifelong dream of experiencing life from one of these blocks. Continue reading →
On one of those melancholy nights when sleep doesn’t find its way to my eyes and I have to find something for my mind to occupy with,
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I am coward. I make excuses, lots and lots of it, to not write about Christchurch, New Zealand.
I tell myself I am not an activist poet. Continue reading →