You could hear his filthy thoughts even from a distance as he stared at you with lust in his eyes. You felt his bad intentions disturb you as you imagined him undressing you in his mind. You grew scared & braced yourself for the worst as he inched closer to you in the crowded train. You looked like the scared chicken that sees its fate nearing yet doesn’t even cackle.
Do not fall in love with me. I’m not the girl you can ever live happily ever after with. I’m only good for a night. I’m the kind of girl you meet in a bar, share your poison with, blabber in a slurred way about your pretty ex-girlfriend who cheated on you & then have a one-night stand with. I’m the kind of girl who can help you get over
I’m on a date. Not with the man I love. I’ve loved once & probably never will again. From what I’ve learnt about you from our constant virtual chats on the internet, we’re in the same boat. Your love story never started because she never said yes. Mine ended when I caught him cheating on me. My love for him never ended though. Neither did yours, for her. Is
The girl walked sensuously on the road, swaying her hips a little too explicitly for the modesty of the passersby. She 6+wore a skin-hugging top that flaunted her curvaceous body & shorts that were way too short, tracing her shapely derriere; inviting stares from the passers-by. As she felt aware of their gaze on her, she bore her eyes into theirs with a questioning glare. While some men were
Closure is underrated. You would never know how excruciating it was for me to keep searching for the answers that took away what we had. Do you know what was the toughest part about breaking up with you? It wasn’t the break up itself. It wasn’t the tears, the torturous days or the sleepless nights. It was learning to live with myself alone after that. Those bouts of low
It’s been eleven years, six months & eleven days since you’re gone, yet I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was in the fourth class. Dad came to pick me up from the Day Care Centre at noon & took me to Mulund. His panicky gait made me wonder what was wrong. And, why had he come, instead of mom, to pick me up? I kept asking him,
“Stop being such a cry-baby.” “You’re not the only one with problems.” “Get over it.” There is no dearth of unsolicited advisors in this world, but there is a huge dearth of empathisers. Because, it’s easier to tell people to get over it than help them get over it. Can we ever know the pain people hide behind their plastic smiles & lifeless eyes? Have we