The clock and the black hole

I have a black hole and its name is X!   The night of 28 April, 2017 was spent walking from the living room where the body lay to the master bedroom where I was asked to get some rest. Much like today, every time I saw the watch the hands seemed to be getting slower and more sluggish with each passing moment. Time had … Continue reading The clock and the black hole

The Ghost- a girl’s best friend

It’s been a couple of months since she visited. It was very often initially- everyday almost, then it reduced to about twice a week and then she vanished for a month without leaving a trace of where she had gone. I missed her. I cannot lie. I missed her cold touch and her visions, as weird as it may sound. Somewhere deep inside the mesh … Continue reading The Ghost- a girl’s best friend

The Ghost contd…

Introduction:   A guy I once had a thing with had accused me of being heartless; had said: “You feed off pain, yours, mine and everyone else’s. That is the food for your poetry and prose; the nectar to your hive.” I don’t disagree with him. I am no preacher and neither do I pretend to be something holier than thou. I am just a … Continue reading The Ghost contd…

The Ghost

The bespeckled therapist gave me a puzzled look. She asked—anger at what child? Anger at what? At who? Why anger? Why not tolerance? “If I knew that I wouldn’t be here”. I am an expert at being rude and unpleasant when the situation demands it. There was a ghost in my life. The clinical term for it is ‘dysthymia or chronic depression.’ It had haunted … Continue reading The Ghost

All that is not glamorous

“Did you take your meds?” the good doctor asked. I sniffed over the phone and wiped away two drops of tears from my left eye before answering, “twice the double dose.” “Okay.” She obviously didn’t approve of my choice of dealing with ‘stuff’. “Can I take another of those?” I asked her. I didn’t care about what it did to my physical health….i was just … Continue reading All that is not glamorous

Old parchments and cold tea

Imagine a room stripped of dignity; Now add an old tattered sofa in a corner and a dead fish tank in the opposite. It doesn’t have to be fancy- just decaying.   Color the walls dirty yellow and add splash of black smug here and there. Hang old photos: laughing faces and embracing arms. Comfortable isn’t it?   Put a rug that has been slept … Continue reading Old parchments and cold tea

Interior monologues on a full moon night

  White is an oppressive color. 3 am and the familiar mental buzzing is all it takes to dissolve the writer’s block. Caring is good, or so they say. How about just disappearing? Don’t pack; just run. Escapism- that is the way to survive. And we call the symbolists depressing. Do you my friend see what I see? The haze and the mist in all … Continue reading Interior monologues on a full moon night