On Marriage
We both learnt that a marriage was not what the married folk made it to be. It was not in just the happy pictures and social appearances.
A box full of wonderful wishes
An old charcoal pencil, a polaroid picture and a pair of neon horn-rimmed glasses.
A hard Diwali.
In February, I was completely prepared for the long haul. By November, I had turned into a floppy balloon floating on water.
A hairy affair.
This morning I oiled my hair and washed it. My hair usually fell in beautiful dark brown ringlets all over my shoulder, on normal days, without me having to as much as even brush it.
Remember, remember, the fifth of November
It was a cold November night, and the winds were weeping as a dark cloud moved across the bright white full moon.
A month of shadows
I slacked and moped around, whined about being creatively blocked, and emotionally drained. June was a month of shadows.