I look at your words I look at your face I see the lines under your eyes I wonder about the smiles, the lies I think of the sweet-nothings I picture the emptiness I go back, in time I stand still I want to dream with you Togetherness I want to feel with you Nothingness…
She looks out. Almost smiles. It’s been a while. She doesn’t remember – the last time. Must have been some time back. Her memory is not reliable these days. Her heart also has a head of its own. She wonders which one’s playing games! The crutch of memory or the emptiness in her heart. She…
It was Sylvia Plath’s birthday on Monday. Her poems haunt me – time and again – they have healed and hurt me, at different times. Memories. Broken glass. Numb heart. Unspoken words. And this is a beautiful song version of the “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Carol Anne McGowan. Goosebumps.
I complete eighteen years in Delhi this June (a few of you on my FB timeline may have NOT even been conceived while I stared out of the window as the Poorva Express pulled out of the Howrah platform). But this is not about my 18 years in the National Capital. No, a single post…
That technology has crept into our lives is a known fact. That it is shaping relationships, carving careers and building dynamics is also known. Now there is this which says that rebound sex will be a thing of the past, soon. Courtesy, our virtual life! Can tech really replace human touch? I hope not in…
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