Swing on:)

The watchman of the park, knew us by our names. As everyday at five, we would barge in with our games.   Two seven-year olds, one in shorts, one in a dress. We would play on the swings, till the Sun finally set.   Our Ludo and Checkers, would go on and on. Until the …

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Perspective

Why do we look at the same stars, And see such different things? When I think how the end would come, How do you think about the beginnings?   Why when the thunder strikes, I get scared, feel I’m alone? But when it strikes in your sight, You feel like you’re home?   How when …

Turn the Page

  It’s been so long and winter’s gone, turn the page I say. The chapter’s done, next yet to come, let this one go, make way.    These two - three lines, these petty words, this black and white humdrum page. Makes you stay and gaze at it all day, wraps you up in an …

Being Her!

Yes I am a Girl. A girl of the Indian society. A girl unfortunately living in a time when being a girl is probably the unluckiest thing you can be. As soon as the news about the molestation of girls on New Year’s Eve spread and reached my ears, I thought, “Yeah right! This is …