[Short Story] Things we do (Part 2)

"What the hell Kabir! " I burst out in anger. "I thought you knew the way. It's been an hour since we are driving around this forested road. Do you really know the way to that pork place?"  I questioned. "Dude, it's near a tribal Bodo village. But it's  somewhere nearby for sure. I remember …

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[Short Story] “Things we do” (Part 1)

After I moved to pursuing my career goals, rarely do I meet friends from my childhood. With time I have realized that get together with old friends is not merely a tryst of the right timings out of our busy lives, but the rendezvous of our varied life circumstances. It is a melting pot of …

[Poetry] Pain

There is a pain within, Don't know if I should sink in it, Or swim across it. This thought, this feeling, so unusual. This thought that muddles my peace. This pain, from a source of pleasance. This pain, that I hate; yet love its cause and reason.

[ Thoughts on Life #1 ] Compassion and Selflessness

The chaos of traffic and scorching summer heat went beyond my breaking point. With a blaze of anger I punched the seat infront of me. The sound was loud enough to turn all eyeballs in the bus towards me. I shyed away my face from the unwanted staring and looked at the traffic signal outside. …

[Poetry] Unforgettable

Your mild tender fragrance, was a reminder of your presence; in my life, in my mind. Your burst of deep belly laugh, was a hint, a presence of happiness. And when your laugh went breathless, you would hold for a moment and then spurt out a rainbow of laughter. Unforgettable.   Your honest zealous expressions, …

[ Blog Update ]

Hi everyone! It has been long since I have posted on the blog. Life has been swinging on the harder side. But I am glad to announce that I have planned a new series of posts in the upcoming days. I will be sharing a series on ethics and dilemmas of life. Where I will …

[Poetry] Barefoot

I will walk barefoot, on these rocks of poverty, Swim past this life of dirt and ugly. Beyond this, there is an ocean of possibilities I will sail on it with my ship of merit and capabilities

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 30] “Epilogue”

There is nothing else to say, It was meant to end this way. The sailor has reached his shore, and beyond  this cliff, there are roads to travel no more. The end will be abrupt, meaningless and absurd. So will be our lives, so will be this poem. for death is the bargain for a …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 29] “Words for my Son”

Son, don't cry, for this is not a goodbye. I will be here, there and everywhere. with or without, but my love won't wither. When you are lonely and scared, send me a thread of words and I will weave you a sweater. It will protect you from the cold world, cold wounds and cold …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 28] “Inside a pool of sorry”

I dived inside my pool of sorry to find my treasure of reasons. but could not breathe for too long, my past choked me, I felt breathless and exhausted.   Over these years, every drop of sorry has filled an ocean full of worry.   As I swam further inside the light of virtues and purity slowly …