We attract what we are.. we attract more of what we already are.. In every relationship, I look for where the person was damaged As if that might explain everything about them. In each conversation, I try to look for the implicit context, As if that might exactly be what they want to say but…
The Dinner Date
We met each other at Chili’s. Just looking at him warmed something inside of me. It was only the 3rd time that we were meeting each other. After a chaste peck on the lips he sat down opposite me. I was both grateful for the distance and upset by it. Dinner was good. He had…
The Day After the First Night
I ubered back to my brothers’ very early on Sunday. He had a mid morning flight to catch and after last night I wanted to put some distance between us. Physically. As I peeled of my dress and got into the shower, I could see the marks beginning to take form.. around my nipples, under…
One of the Good Days..
It was one of the good days. She woke to him nuzzling her neck, whispering sorry for what he had said yesterday. She teared up and he kissed them away. All forgiven and forgotten. They stayed in bed late, him talking about one of his students who just refused to look at his books and…
Sati Pratha
My dad told me this story last week. It has been going around in my mind. He got it on whatsapp in Bengali and read it out to me. Raja Ram Mohan Roy was very distraught. All his efforts at abolishing Sati were coming to naught. Nobody wanted Sati to be done away with. It…
Let it be..
Let the old love be, Don’t walk through moments, don’t only it them, Don’t look through old pictures, to find new meanings, Don’t look at the universe, willing it to give you new clues, Let the old love be. Leave it and walk into your life. That which was, can’t be changed, touched.. That which…
Perfect Stories
That gruesome scar on his face, Suddenly becomes so much more desirable when you come to know that he got burnt trying to save a child, Those chipped front teeth You find funnier when she tells you she fell on her face drunk dancing, That hideous wristband on someone Becomes much more than a rubbery…
Pick effort. Pick yourself.
What takes effort is love Patience Generosity Gratitude Forgiveness Anger Jealousy Impatience Hate, are easy. It’s super easy to do the easy thing. We stick to the hard things as long as they are easy. The moment it gets tough, you ask – is this worth it? That point, precisely then is the tipping point….
Disproportionately YOURS..
You have all my pics Even the ones that I am tempted to hide I don’t know why you collect mine! You can see the dark circles The double chin The open pores The growing eyebrows The smudged Kajal And you ask for close ups! Then you say “Wow”! I can’t find anything wow like…
Walls- only keep you in
Sad eyes on happy faces, So much hunger in round tummies, That thirst on wet lips, Driving by yourself in a long long car, Unlocking the door to a huge huge apartment, Curling up on the couch, To look at others do the same. Something is wrong somewhere. When did we start being so scared…
