Musings

I am a victim of an existential crisis these days. Somehow my well thought out solution to life has been reduced to something of an enigma wherein there seems to be no question at all. Let me explain. The enquiry always pertained to a version of, what is the point of this life. To which…

My eyes swelled up and my fingers slipped slightly as I continued a rhythmic motion of making almost-perfect lacerations. A gush of hot air sizzled next to me as I increased my somewhat leisure pace. With a quick movement with the arc of both my palms I gathered and spilled the onions into the hissing…

The ovations do a round and the lonely little squirmer within you, patted down. Hush, another says and you stand down. The eyes of others, golden proud and in sinks your heart. It’s a lie, you whisper about. But the other gloats a little, satisfied and sound. You unclench and unfold, clenching the commendations into…

My painfully sore arms dragged the fabric engulfed heavy body, whilst, my brain growled with fatigue. A minute more and any soft surface could have been wed to me in a gleeful ecstasy. My feet sang and my eyes spilled red thorns. My breathe labored and I smacked my lips moist every now and then.…

(For a friend, by a friend) I know you are scared of the whole new world and almost irritated with the turn of events. I know you are scared of the whole new world and almost irritated with the turn of events. I know it all seems daunting and a little out of reach. I…

Scene 1 The air was nimbler in that cheery spring of Bhubaneswar and her breathing unperturbed. She lay on her back with her hands resting neatly behind her head, earphones plugged in with a slender smile on her lips. Next to her, her sister was engrossed in a book. Their father sat next to them…

Few days back, while on a video call with my sister, a term emerged which waxed my head all philosophical. My dearest sibling and the propounder of the phrase, created a quite creative antonym for what we may call as pure souls. She declared the misfits, the ones who scream dangerous feelings as ‘Souls with…

In the dead of the night, I found my sobriety.  The previous day, my unease was doing a continuous spiral between dull ache and magnificent clarity. However, I was dubious regarding the true nature of an anti-happiness that I was feeling right in the center of my very being. I will not say that I…

*A Diary Entry maybe* 12/11/2015 Lately, I have been in a trance of forever dubiety. I seem to drift in my space of mind into endless horizons of wanton wants, self pity and one certain strife for an enigmatic restoration of my ambitious self. All right! I make no sense. But is anyone? What does…