Dear friend, The days are getting longer as the sun learns to bridge the distance between itself and the Earth. The sunlight has its way of becoming warmer and there are no sunflowers in this place. I don’t see you waking up like your usual self if I’m being honest, your hair is dry like …
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Letter to Myself
Dear Friend, All deaths seem unfortunate, even the one’s that are well needed or that are unwilling to pass on. It may be needed if torment is all you ever felt or were kept from a liberty that you longed for so much, begged for. It is a disguise often told that some things are …
Log 2nd April; Tuesday
Log April 2 The idea is to live through this and don’t let it feel like a denial in the end. The idea is to exhaust ourselves and realize that we were never too far or too close to something ideal or recuperative. The idea is to sweep it under the rug and call it …
Log March 31st— Sunday
Yesterdays’s sky was the most blue. It was a perfect Sunday. However, I had to leave to meet a friend, Faiz. I met him before I left for Delhi; there was never a right time to meet him after I came back. I have been going to college for three weeks now and I’m already …
Flood Scare
“The rain shows no sign of stopping. You think it’ll stop tomorrow?” Their house was surrounded by water and it was not only theirs but of all the people that lived in the area. A couple stories of each house was drenched, people were stuck on top floors, roofs, balconies and just anything that’d keep …
Log: June 22
Who is the third that walks always besides you? —T.S Eliot The average attention span of a human in 2013 was eight seconds, a second less than a gold-fish and I can see how that is right. However, I’m not sure if that is all there is to it, for someone who is suffering from …
June 21: A Log
It’s a warm summer evening lightly accompanied by a fading rain; I rather like the sound of rain tapping the tin roofs of our home and the dim light in my room. I have turned on my personal computer, it’s been a while since I used it and its gathered pile of dust is relatively …
Quarantine
My words are waist deep in the struggle to explain your absence; I haven’t come least bit close. I may have, but I’m despondent in the name of wait and patience: I wonder if the offer still stands, a day to Kashmir and back. Your absence grows upon me like a day I am too …
Kind Freedom
The roses are coming: decimated place of ruins and a stark path of resilience opens itself through the crashing dusk of this day. A nerve wrecked man looks for an out post, unfortunate; one who has nothing is an animation of accent and color. Your liberty lies in nothingness: you’re only free when you are …
27/03/2018: A Log
Today was special but I didn’t get a day off for it and in all secrecy, only one other person knows about why today every month is faultlessly special; liberty of going public is something we earn when we have the legs to stand up for it and until that day comes, nothing is going …