Leaves are falling? Nay, it was a summer night. Call me drunk. A little out of my mind. I grabbed her hand and screamed, “Dance with me!” I laughed when she restrained and I pulled her. Woody floor. Her heels ruffling on them. Her curves. Oh my poor heart pumped so much oxygen into my […]
रात को कभी चाँद को देख लेती हूँ।सोचती हूं वो तो मुझे एक-टक देखता होगा। कोई तो देख रहा है मुझे.मेरे चूडियों की खनक कोई सुन रहा है। सिली हुई इस हवा से मैंने कहा, ”जा चंदा से कहदे आज तो मैंने शिउली फूल लगाए हैं अपने खुश्क बालों में। पर चंदा ने कभी कुछ
It was one of my weak moments and an absolute frustration of being a new mother, of being disrespected. I told my child repeatedly, you need to sleep, you’re down with fever.The child ruthlessly refused me and rebelled to escape my arms.Under the influence of temperament, I dragged him out of the room and told
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Brown Drape by Devyani Narayan (@brown_drape) One day maybe my roller coaster will collapse. But I hardly dream of a day when I might get rid of the ride with the coaster I might go to. Is it a bad thing? Acha ekta kotha bolto? Why
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“Unfortunately, it’s gone.” “I’m sorry, pardon me!”“What are you talking about?” As if it just disappeared from my womb, A sac of 10 weeks. My 9 weeks 3 days old baby was gone. Baby? Or a fetus? Maybe a sibling?Maybe it wasn’t alone? I asked myself repeatedly,” Where did I go wrong?”A desperate and helpless
Tumare shabdo se bhi zyada gehri ho tum, tumhari har ek baat mere mann pe koi chhaap chhod jaati hai..jaise ke ek nayi naveli dulhan ghar ke aangan mai apne haatho se aalte ki chaap chodti hai ❤ Par itna abhiman kyun hai tumhe? Kahi Isliye toh nahi, kyun ki baarish ki gungunati boondein tumhare
I called out and rubbed the lamp, cried and pleaded. I comforted myself with spells, this magic will take time. Yet, I failed. I compelled the universe to glorify my desire. “Grant me a wish, bring them back. The dead, the lost and the perished.” Yes, i failed, I cried and pleaded.I rubbed the lamp again. Notice: JavaScript
One day a little bird visited me on my window. Damaged. She might have survived the storm last night, it might have costed the small nest she created. Certainly, it reminded me of my lover. Unprecedentedly damaged. She had survived a storm too which life put her through. Unlike the bird, she fell away from
Maano jaise abhi kuch dino pehle ki hi baat ho, badhri si chaayi hui thi, mere purane kamre ke deewaro ki seelan aur thori zyada seelee-seelee ho gayi thi. Bhaagte hue gayi main aangan mein, ek badi si pital ki thaal mein aam ke achar ko dhoop dikhaya tha. Meri taath ki saree mein dhaak
