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