Posts by Anwesha Tripathy

The One With The Counting

Do you remember, The time we spent together During power cuts in childhood With suppressed giggles Under moonlit nights You with your bare, hairless chest

As Well As I Know You

And then comes the night, Again. After a day too long, Of promises over phone calls And apologies over Text messages. Another day when I

The Shore, The Waves and The Lover

Shaima caressed my cheek as we watched the waves go back and forth in the sea. Her hand smelled like sand and mint gum, like

Love Him Like I Do

I had my eyes set upon you since the day I first saw you. You were one of those popular guys everyone in college had

A Brief Encounter with Depression

“Your eyes remind me of home,” she says when she meets depression in a dark alley.   *** Home isn’t warm, fuzzy or familiar. Home

The Army of the Suicidal

“Hey, mum. I am extremely sorry for the irregularity of my letters. It’s been real hard to write with all the stuff going on here,

Beast

As he ran deeper into the forest with his daughter in his arms, the whole day seemed like a blur in his head. All he

If I Were To Date Myself

And sometimes I wonder, if I were to date myself, would I?   ‘Nay!’ is the first thing I can think of.   Is it

A Braveheart’s Archenemy

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Mirror

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