The very true fall point in any plot of grief is the one that comes along with the feeling of being in love. Until one loses their senses to a complete abstraction of emotions, it’s a rose-colored window into the eyes. Perhaps, I lose my mind a little each time…

I’d like to think, on uneasy afternoons, on cloudy evenings and happy mornings, you think of me. You think of me as you feel all what you felt in summer through rains. Tell me if this isn’t anything beyond love, I’ll believe. I see ghosts of you walking beside me…

“Your hands, my skies, my sky, your hands. We filter our love through sanity, a bridge built upon the water where I die. I die and the scene ends.” Komi: I remember her sending me this song, dandelions by Ruth, one midnight. I was hearing it for the first time…

Let me take my dress off. He tasted like cherries, the sweet candy kind. Each time we shared a cigarette, because he wouldn’t let me light my own — It’s a clause Shiva, we share what brings us down. I sat across from him, our cold lime sodas fizzling anxiety…

Summer: The morning light now barely enters my bedroom. I shut my windows, close the blinds and leave the door locked. It’s been some time now, I should step out into the sun. (Enter Winter) Winter: I lay curled up inside my blanket, the fairy lights dimly light up the…

“You know I love you so” Nights trained me to believe in the ghosts hiding in my ashtray, brown old forgotten barely empty mud ashtray. I kept him safe within my memory, ordered chaos on command and pushed my mind back with every bit of tear I shed. …

Turns out being 23 is nothing like the movies you watched. I know you’re wearing Amma’s old dupatta as a saree with your English textbook in your hands, wandering about the house pretending to be a 20 something year old, just eagerly waiting to grow up and start living your…

An hour with you felt like a day, sixty seconds passing, another minute going astray, we smelt like cigarettes, coffee burning on rum, so much of our skin melted, but our mouths stayed mum, As the night mourned the birth of the day, we sheltered our love in the lost…

Take a note.- (Creep by Radiohead playing in the background) Reference -”I want a perfect soul” Cassette inserted — Side A The trees in my Ammumma’s land grow tall, so tall that it’s almost as though they reach the skies. Or it might just have been my infant height talking…