Weird wanderer

I felt like I knew where eternity lies where our hearts and souls are at that exact moment. I felt as if we had shared all the experiences of my lifetime. And then in the next moment, I was suddenly filled with excruciating grief. Your warmth your soul! How could I take them in and where could I bring them? I felt sad because I didn’t have these answers. From that point on, I clearly knew that we wouldn’t be together forever. The overwhelming weight of our life to come and the uncertainty of the time hung over us. I still hope the creeping anxiety that had taken hold of me would soon gradually melt away.

  Sleeping under stars, dancing with her ghost it's her only endeavour She prays silently to exist in that moment for forever Forever is an intricate word sometimes its eternity sometimes its mere second. Awoken by whistle of chilling wind she sighs cause it was the best dream she had ever reckon Fed up by the blank ceiling hovering above her. She squeezed her eyes tight the reality still seems blur. Had I been any different I’d be walking freely Stead, she is trapped in four walls mercilessly. The honesty of the reality seems surreal But the aftermath of it made her life peril. The need of her to live more than survive is vivid. But the bruises she felt inside were still livid. Haunted by her own cries and scream. She is still trying to find the quiet and to redeem. The solitary battle she has been fighting, no one will ever deem. cause the illusion the man hold of control is beginning to be real as it seems. Let’s not try to normalise rape cause She could be...

This is the incomplete story of us trying so hard to survive in the competitiveness of today's world with each other but failed miserably. This is the story of the two souls representing the thousands of the people still struggling for their love. This story is for those people who lost their love amid the roller coaster called life. It doesn't matter how much love we give and receive accordingly the uncertainty of the relationship always stand between us. The regular back and forth of the reality stood between us and no one of us dare to climb over it or at least tried to. It felt like we were trying to hide, to forget it. But little did we know it was following us on every step, eventually, it came upon us and we weren't even ready. However, it was certain that we were never going to be ready for it. Hence it came gushing toward us and in no time we lost everything. Now looking back at everything I wish why our love couldn't be simpler? why can't we just close our...

  Silver lining in crisis   The coming summer vacation was perfectly planned out after finishing the finals, we were to enjoy our entire holidays wandering around. How ever, little did we know that foreign havoc will intrude into our premises forcing us to put the sudden halt in our every reverie with uncertainty. The vicious cycle of unseen enemies was expanding vigorously that i t questioned, crippling the human civilization and  all sophisticated medical technologies appear collaps ing directing towards endless war invading almost every part of the world. However, helping each other in this toughest situation especially  the struggling health workers sacrificing their lives to save others mad e me feel humanity is fully alive in the world. It was tough, with days dragging along, each day replica of the previous one as we awaited to stop this monotonous routine. The days were long, and nights were sleepless sometimes losing ourselves in the times wher...

The book written by Patricia McCormick is the searing story of thousands of Nepalis girls who are trade into sexual slavery.  The “sold” gives a lucid detail of each part of the story in a minimalistic manner. The narrator in the book: Lakshmi is 13 yr old girl grown in the lap of Himalayas, playing with her little goat “Tali” living her simple but pleasurable life however when the brutal monsoon washes their only source of food away she was compelled to leave them. The new tin roof, a warm sweater for aama(mother) and sweets for her younger brother, a new way to gay life was what she had hoped for. The bundles she bears to go to the city were light but the burden and responsibilities she held were hard for her to forget even for a second. Little did she know that the life waiting for her in the city were far from her imagination. When the brutal monsoon occurred destroying their only source of food, she was traded by her stepfather for a sexual slavery in India. The naïve Lakshmi ...

This question has been stuck in my mind for a certain period of time now when I first saw it in the social media once. It was weirdly triggering me questioning each vision in a peculiar shade. The comfort I felt inside was indescribable so I find myself asking this question to everyone and its surprising how many of them assert a certain confidence while answering it. Most of them responded eagerly with their own elusive imaginations. Someone said it was blue as the horizon of never-ending ocean or the peaceful green or even bubbly yellow and sometimes its as deep as black. As abstract as it sound I realized the gist behind it was slowly unfolding and it was strongly lucid. One might say the colour of their thoughts are the traits of their characters other might gush it as the mixture of emotions. However, does the one colour differ according to the others? Can I be green and red at the same time? As Heraclitus asserts “the soul is dyed the colour of its thoughts.   The hue of mill...