Am I The Ugly Duckling ?

Its 1 o clock , in the wee hours of night and I am crumpled in the tiniest room of a hostel, watching videos made by beautiful girls on YouTube. Videos about how to wear a make up, about how to dress up fashionably, about everything and anything you can imagine. Girls, those beautiful princesses…

Conversations With Our Dream Catcher

On a walk with a friend I realised and learnt, people are not perfect , they aren’t meant to be. Their flaws are their identity as yours are. Their beauty comes in lil packages . In those eyes that look at you apologetically when they know they have hurt you, in the hands that catch…

Are There Such Men?

” Fuck you,” she said with a happy, cute annoyance. “Really? Right now ?,”he blurted out In Front of His Friend It wasn’t intentional, but it hurt A hurt enough to make one think, The realisation of a man’s world , Not the men , novel and movies are made of , But real men…

Spirit of Kasol

The ardent need to chronicle my life, a need so burning that whatever isn’t jotted down seems to be lost, only to be remembered someday as a hazy anecdote. Geographically what might seem to many as a valley., it struck me as a seed in the cold womb of the hills that surround it. That’s…

Magical Kasol

The roaring river … roar like the anguish of  a long lost love, The pain of unrequited love so vibrant in its roars, The cry so vibrant ,so shrieking as if calling the rest of its soul, gushing downstream… running, cutting across the so called stony sledges, wrecking them , burning there arrogance down over…