I thank myself.

A year ago, I was one cut away from ending my life. According to my doctors, I was having a severe episode of a major depressive disorder. I didn’t go to any classes, didn’t take shower for days and just ate as little as one peanut butter sandwich. I didn’t have a job back then … More I thank myself.

Last Day

It’s 15th of August. Last day as a 17 year old girl. Last day as a girl who thought she still has time to figure out who she is and where she belongs. Last day to figure out myself, for tomorrow – tomorrow I’ll be 18 and I will be obliged to have my life … More Last Day

An Instant

~ Your lips, your skin have me enchanted and I would like nothing else but to savor them each and every second of my being. ~   2.34 4.24.18 Smit.  

I Like This

I like this Us sitting beside the window, having coffee and listening to the birds? Not just that, but also the way we are talking You smiled a little, “what do you mean?” Usually when we talk, alone or not alone, your voice is deep, concrete, confident. Right now, it’s different, its tender and on … More I Like This

Smiling Sudhana

According to the archaeologists, this boy has a reverent gesture but I really believe that he is smiling, probably at a guest or someone. To me, his smiling expression says – “Please join me! Let’s have fun together! I invite you to join me for my great adventure!” I love him! Btw, this is actually … More Smiling Sudhana


Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come. Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and … More Awakening

A Stranger Told

  It was a lazy Sunday morning Rain was pouring through like a wild stream Had a cold tea in a small bowl, mind seemed uselessly wandering Through the lonely showering of waters, it felt numb Unable to comprehend the feeling The urge to feel, the rain, the silence A stranger told, write it out … More A Stranger Told

A Walk in Brooklyn

15th March 2018. Late morning and early noon was when I was in Brooklyn; specifically Brooklyn Heights. I haven’t read much about Brooklyn Heights so if I describe it from my own experience, it’s silent, vintage and peaceful. Just as Betty Smith starts her book A Tree Grows in Brooklyn – “Serene was a word … More A Walk in Brooklyn


“Love?” “An Illusion.” “Religion?” “The fashionable substitute for Belief.” “You are a skeptic.” “Never! Skepticism is the beginning of Faith.” “What are you?” “To define is to limit.” – An extract from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde