poem

Hold My Hand

*this was written in the beginning of 2014, somewhere in Feb. 

Where the sky is so magnificently blue

Where nothing is untrue

The earth is looking so green

Here, I have never been

Beautiful flowers that decorate

I promise I will not be late

Because I know you are waiting for me

Under the shade of the largest tree

Come, hold my hand

As we walk across this land

Feeling the earth on our feet

Smelling the flowers so sweet

Watching the golden sphere in the air

The wind blowing our hair

We sit near the sparkling lake

And you say,”for God’s sake”

When I spill water on you

But then yo do the same too

We spend our day talking and laughing

Immersed in our past, remembering

But all of this will have to wait

As time stands between us, a huge gate

The day it’ll open is yet to arrive

And till then, without you, I’ll have to survive

We bonded as time passed by

Now you are bidding me goodbye

Life has made us apart

But it cannot stop you from residing in my heart

My love for you shall never flicker

Even if my life from now on turns bitter

No matter how many years away

I’ll keep waiting for that day

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Illustration by NM©
Art, short story

Parallels 

The exchange had always been flawless, for ages. One leaves and the other enters to rule, simultaneously. The first time there occured a slight friction, was the first time he had noticed her. 

Her warm smile immediately caressed his frozen heart. He was barren, and only took; she was evergreen and always gave. She entered, in full bloom, ready to replenish what he had taken away.

Her twinkling gaze initially did not notice the familiar stranger observing her with admiration. She gave him a surprised smile, slightly raising her left eyebrow. 

“You must be Winter?” She said in a breeze.

“Yes, I am… ” He hesitated, coarse.

“I thought you’d​ left.” 

He merely smiled at her. 

ILLUSTRATION BY  SITARA VS

poem

The Rain


Welcome or unwelcome 

Expected or sudden

It will fall down as it feels;

Enveloping your tears

Crying with you, for you 

Overwhelming your emotions

Enveloping you with its.

It is falling down, sliding through obstacles

Before it finally embraces the ground. 

Face its wrath, face its love

Like paper boats, flow with it. 

And when the time comes, let it go. 

Let it go, like it never poured. 

Alone

The Room

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It is two in the afternoon, the sun in its full voltage. People are all over the streets having lunch, going back to office, traveling and barbequed street vendors selling food.  Her mother is in the kitchen serving lunch. Her mother walked up to a door, and slid open a small compartment that formed a rectangular hole on the door. Her mother placed the food inside and closed the door.

There was a lot of noise: the horn, the vehicles, laughter, and chatter. But she was thrown away, the light screaming at her, burning her down. She kept her palm on the floor right on time to stop herself from falling off the bed. She was breathing heavily, and stayed like that – hanging in mid-air supporting herself on her hand. She rolled back into her bed and laid there closing her eyes.

But it didn’t make any difference, whether she had eyes closed or open. The room was dark, the tube lights had been removed. The windows sealed shut, and painted black, and thick covers that cut her off from the beautiful trees, and the world beyond it. Nothing from the outside world could ever think of passing these barriers and entering her room. Ever since that day, she had shut her eyes to the world. She was afraid of the light. She noticed her lunch at the door.

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Her parents, on the other hand were worried for her.

What do they do that she will come out of the darkness? Who will marry her? Who will look after her if something happens to them? Their questions were soon answered.

One day she decided enough was enough. No more of this misery, I shall end it once and for all. I cannot drag people who care for me into this misery. No.

So she finally gathered courage, stood behind the door for about more than an hour hesitating. She opened the door slowly – there was nobody around. Her father was at work, and her mom on the terrace. She walked out of her room, squinting. She took the challenge to another level – she decided to go outside. She went out the door, felt the earth against her feet. The wind welcomed her, and danced with her hair. She stretched her arms and walked forward to embrace light. She was no longer afraid of light anymore. All around her there were lots and lots of light. She never had to be afraid ever again.

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family

My Puyu

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Today, I was very tired after college. I threw my bag away, somewhere on my way to the sofa. (my mom always complain that I was much more ‘organised’ as a kid.)
I lied down lazily on the aquamarine ‘L’ sofa, hugging the big cushion on its side, listening to my mom say random stuff. Suddenly she changes the topic.
Ammu, promise me you won’t cry.
I will. What is it?
No no, promise.
Just tell me.
I was playing with Puyu. He fell, and broke his spinal cord. He passed away. I’m so sorry.

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I suddenly experienced an Agnes moment, when purple Kevin snatches her unicorn.
Ente Puyu. Ente Puyu. Ente Puyu.
I thought you would notice it immediately, but you were so busy for the past two days.
Ente Puyu. Ente Puyu. Ente Puyu.
I cried again.
I had bought the puzhu (worm) from a vendor who suddenly appeared opposite my college gate. I named him Puyu – how I used to pronounce Puzhu as a kid.
Sob. Sob. How happy we were. He loved to play with me. He loved to play with mum too.

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But now, he is no more. I shall miss pulling his ears, and arms and feet. He had four arms and four feet. But he preferred to crawl. (it’s not easy to walk with so many feet you know).
Oh how I shall miss you my sweet buddy. Who else can stretch so far, and still be in one piece.
Rest in peace my friend. You shall always be remembered.

horror fiction

Candlelight Dinner

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Ding dong.
The bell rang, slicing into the silent night, and announcing visitors. Red straightened her dress, and opened the door. Outside stood the love of her life, hand in hand with his girlfriend. They were engaged.
Jake and Sue walked into her house, and she clutched her dress.
Patience.
She managed to relax a little, and put on her smile – which he should have cared about. The three walked into the valentine themed terrace, lit just enough.
Red fought hard to stop the tear from falling off her lashes and revealing her true feelings. She turned around just in time to erase it off her face.
What  is it? 
It’s Sue. I asked her out and she said yes! 
Oh. That’s…. that’s great news!
” Thank you so much for inviting us over for dinner, you have a wonderful place! “, said Sue.
” Ahhh.. well, that’s what best friends do, right Red?” asked Jake.
She simply smiled at him, and poured wine into their glasses. She went on to serve them dinner.

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What? You proposed to her?
I know right? She said yes! We are going to get married soon.
Wha-a? Why? I mean…, are you sure about this? 
Of course I am! You know what, I’m madly in love. So much that I cannot live without her. 
” I can’t believe that you made all this! Everything I just had was too tasty to be cooked by you. When did this transformation take place?” asked Jake, patting his tummy.
Ever since I came to know you loved to cook.
” Jake! Come on, don’t be rude. She has put in a lot of effort to make it special for us.” scolded Sue.
Not for you, only him.
“No it’s fine, I’m quite used to his tantrums.” said Red.
Don’t worry Sue, I’ll take care of him for you. You just focus on having a good time, since it’s going to be your last.
“See, she doesn’t mind”, replied Jake.
Red stood up to get dessert, knocking over the bottle of ketchup – the red liquid staining Sue’s white dress. Sue feared the stain would be quite stubborn.
Red was in the kitchen. She apologised,” Oh no, I’m so sorry. The bathroom’s on the right.”
Phone ringing.
Jake! Where in the world have you been? I’ve been calling you for more than an hour. You were supposed to help me move into my new house, remember? 
What? Hospital? Are you alright?
Oh. Sue.
Is she fine? Nothing serious? Ok.
No, no. It’s ok. I’ll sort things out myself. Beep.
Silence.
Sobbing.
I can help, perhaps?
Silence.
Who’s there?
Red couldn’t see anybody in the darkness, but she could sense somebody near her.
That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I may be able to help you, though that was not my initial intention.
What do you mean? And what if I don’t want your help?
I mean I can help you get rid of her, your friend’s friend, Sue. And if you don’t want my help, then I shall be forced to get rid of you.
A thoughtful pause.
What do you want? 
Well, I require somebody young, around your age, to complete what I have begun.
It’s a deal.
” I’ll take you there Sue, come.” said Jake, holding her hand. They disappeared down the hall before Red could stop him.
Oh no. What have I done!
Can’t live without her? Why, what will happen to you? 
I would rather die than lose her!

Well then.

Die.

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movie

Amelie and the stalker

 

IMG_20160318_063858_editEx- boyfriends stalking you is ultra-freaky and infinitely creepy. And if the guy has a recorder with him, that is the cherry on top.
Joseph, is very obsessed, but knows well to keep it low. He stalks his ex girlfriend, watches over her. He is, in my expert opinion, better than a CCTV camera. He is the character that quite irritated me. He made me ask questions like doesn’t he have anything better to do, than watching over somebody who no longer loves him? It is, in a way, an excellent strategy to ruin your ex’s life. But then, there is the bigger question as to what he does for a living ? How can he not be bothered about his job – if at all he has one – and sit there all day. Almost as if that was his job.
To Amelie, an introvert who decides to be a regular do-gooder , he is the problem she solves for her colleague Gina ( whom he is stalking) , by setting him up with Georgette, another one of her colleagues. Georgette is quite sick and lonely in life, and by setting her up with Joseph, Amelie intends to make her life better too. Her plan is successful, and they do fall in love. But only for a while. He is perhaps Amelie’s only plan that failed. He ends up stalking both Georgette and Gina. And Georgette becomes more ill, and very much disturbed.  But Amelie herself was disturbed and so she just goes home.
Joseph is very irritating, and a psycho, but he is very subtle. They can easily throw him out, but since he does no actual harm, they have made it a habit to ignore him. In some sense, he has become a part of that place.
In the end, I think perhaps I admire him, his patience to sit there all day, and just watch.