Fiction. Stories.

A Note to 25-Me

Dear 25 me, you are restless, I understand.

You are clueless and worried sick about your future.

You’re wondering what’s going to happen next? Continue reading “A Note to 25-Me”


The Closure

I have been tossing and turning in the night

Thinking of what I could have said than what I did say

What said was because of this and that, with myself I bet

I sighed, looking at the clock, calculating how much sleep I can get.

Continue reading “The Closure”


I could see the colors fading into grey,

Clearing my vision, blinking the lashes for few more times,

I could still see the grey, VIBGYOR out of the sight,

Salt and water in the eyes gives away the crimes.

Continue reading “Grey”

Done and Dusted

The world upside down, look at it from my angle
The three corners, we trio, form a part of a triangle
Worlds apart, opinions differ, goals at poles’ length
Bonds formed nine years ago, shakes and strengthens
Daily talks, gossips, good and the trying times
That’s not what defines us, there for each other?
No, understanding when to smack one’s head
And listening so to make jokes and tease light
That’s what we are. Continue reading “Done and Dusted”

Friendship and Circle, both have no end.

Fighting Off the Demons

I could feel the excitement. I could hear cheerful yays and fearful ahs. As the time lapsed, the butterflies in my stomach kicked in. One moment, it felt like I am at the top of the world. In another, I could almost touch the ground if I allow my legs to stretch by inches. The pendulum ride turned out to be lot more fun than anticipated by our group. How did I get here on the ride is more of a blur. I don’t know what led me here, I just know that this is fun and I should go out more to enjoy. I saw my colleagues sitting across me in a small open cuboid form trolley. A little girl, definitely afraid of heights and possibly death, clutched her fingers to the vertical bar supporting the cuboid to the pulley.

Continue reading “Fighting Off the Demons”



The post is a sequel to Thoughts


The wet eyes kept on watching the sand and seeing it slipping by,

Smoothly being mixed with its kind when  her emotions had been in turmoil,

The perfect picture was thrown off the wall,

From the memory there was no way to make it recoil.

Continue reading “Hourglass”

The Other Side

She read innumerable versions..
Versions where girl was described as the dream girl..
For once she thought why it’s not the other way round?
Why not to compare a guy with the glowing pearl.. Continue reading “The Other Side”



The rose in her hand became part of her attire ..
The smile on her face became part of her makeup..
Minutes, hours, Days, weeks, months went by..
Her thoughts stopped the time and seized the moment.. Continue reading “Thoughts”

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