Posts by Aashna Sharma

Just You

You don’t have to put that makeup on; I like you better without it, for your lips shimmer when they utter my name and eyes gleam as they blink successively.   I cannot help but stare at you, absorbing your charisma like the mud sucks away the water.   You don’t have to wear those bangles that tinkle every time your hand moves, for I like your hand nevertheless, wrapped

Forever, Me and You

“Where are you?” he asked nervously as I answered the call.   “In front of the triangular park. Oh, wait! There are two of these. I am in front of this cafe.”   “Okay, this cafe. Got it.”   “Uh, Ice cafe, come on, there’s only one café over here,” I defended myself.   “You know, I don’t know much about this place,” he said.   “Can’t you find me?”

Went Away

His words were like the ship that helped me sail across the sea and finally reach the shore. But then he went away, and I sank, ultimately drowning into the grotesque sea.   However, the sea waves engulfed my love.   His hands were like the shelter in the monsoon, which didn’t let the rain droplets hit me at all. But then he went away, and I, dripping wet, shivered

Our Song

I plug in my earphones and play the music on shuffle. Unfortunately, it is, yet again, our favourite track – his and mine. I need a fresh playlist, I make a mental note.   However, I can’t change the song. It was special, once upon a time.   I croon along, “Sleight of hand and twist of fate, on a bed of nails she makes me wait. And I wait,

Share, Will You?

We stopped by a shop. She looked at the display items, and then at me.   Her hopeful eyes glittered, and lips smiled slyly. I would have given everything to witness her vivacious smile.   “Koel has the same Barbie doll, daddy,” she said, pointing her finger at a doll.   Smiling mirthlessly, I slid my hand into the rear pocket of my trousers and mentally calculated the money I

In My Embrace

“Stop crying first of all, tell me, what happened? Why did he leave you?” I asked her, consciously stepping an inch closer to her.   She wiped her tears, and nose too, trying to frame her first sentence. The hurricane inside her overcame her hopeless efforts, and she fell onto me. Embracing me, she wailed, miserably.   I stood there still, trying to figure out what to do. She was

Letter To My Could-Be Valentine

Hey,   You’re fine, I hope?   I, too, am fine. Not happy though.   How can I be?   It’s the Valentine’s week, which is somewhat depressing and gloomy for most of the single souls out there.   Loitering around the lanes of my favorite market near India Gate, I come across the gift galleries and flower shops – all immersed in red. Red is love. Albeit red is

Second Option

I have always been the second option in the lives of people I’ve known so far. Apparently, it has started bugging me now. Twenty years ago, my mom had been expecting a baby boy. But to her surprise, or rather shock, I came in. She had to love me – her girl, for I was a part of her own entity. I wasn’t her first choice; I was the second

Not Just A Hug

The cool breeze of February passed through my hair, turning my nose ice cold. I shivered a little, immediately regretting my decision of not putting on any jacket.   Standing by the edge of the parapet, I was impatiently waiting for him to come. It was usual for him to keep me waiting, I had even complained to my mom about the same. I checked my phone for missed calls,

Want You Back

<script async src=”//“></script> <!– taw-responsive –> <ins class=”adsbygoogle”      style=”display:block”      data-ad-client=”ca-pub-3446446293618986″      data-ad-slot=”1428227755“      data-ad-format=”auto”></ins> <script> (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); </script> It’s been almost fourteen months since we last saw each other. You were intrigued by your work, career, family and friends, and everything else but me.   I begged you to not leave me for I had thought that I wouldn’t be able